4th of July

Do you have many of those weekends where you didn't think it was possible to cram anything else in? And then something else happened? I feel like I want to be doing this......
On Thursday my parents came into town and stayed the night, before checking into a hotel on Friday. Friday rolls around and they wake up and leave to go to the Oquirral Hills open house. I had a plan. They leave, I start making salads and cleaning, because 2 of 5 was getting baptized on Saturday, and we were having a gathering at our house after wards. And we wanted to take our kids someplace fun for a picnic that evening. I start my salads, and the sink starts to fill up.... Okay wait, I need to go back an hr. Yesterday I told Trent that the car was making a thud every time I hit a bump. He goes out and looks at the back shocks and sees that the rear shock had blown a seal. And of course it's not at a Checker. We need to go to the dealer. He goes downstairs to get a kid to go with him (keep in mind I am in the kitchen boiling water for noodles, and cutting veggies) . I go to the sink and turn it on, and it's not draining. SO what do you do? You flip the garbage disposal switch. Wrong move. Under the sink explodes. Pipes bursts, water gushes, it's a disaster. It leaks into the basement. Luckily, that room is unfinished, so it didn't do anything but fill a few of my canning jars. Trent takes a look at it, tries snaking it, gets a bunch of gross drain stuff on the floor..... Mean while I am trying to call my mom who would be pretty close to the car part place, to just pick this shock up. She doesn't answer, so Just as Trent is leaving to get it, they walk in. My kitchen is in shambles. I need to make salads and I don't have a sink.
I decided to just make my salads and pile dishes, and rinse the ones I need to use more than once, out in the hose. Trent comes back replaces the shock and we decided, lets just go have a picnic. I make sandwiches and a few sides and we head off to East Canyon Reservoir. Really nice drive good time at the lake. I am not worrying about what my kids are eating, I'm just trying to keep my eye on the 2 youngest, and keep them safe in the water. My oldest decided, hey mom isn't making me eat a sandwich, or paying any attention to me, I'm going to eat a lb of strawberries. So we get back in the car and head back to SL, and she says, mom I don't feel good. OK, we'll be home in a minute, she's always saying her stomach hurts when we are in the car. Difference is, she usually doesn't have an over full stomach of strawberries. Up comes the berries. (can I tell you, there is NOTHING worse than trow up in the car.) I have 5 kids, and she is the only one that has ever puked in the car. 3 times now. SO it's now 8 pm, we are home, I have no kitchen, my kids need a bath, they have been in the lake, and they are not getting into bed with out a bath, and there is throw up in the car, and all over 1 of 5. Trent being the saint that he is, took care of the car, while I bathed and put the kids to bed. It's now 9. I usually go to bed around this time. But since he probably needs company, and probably wants to go to bed too, I stay up until he's done. About midnight, he finds the clog, and cleans up a bit, and we go to bed. Still need to make 2 more salads and 2 deserts. And my kitchen is trashed.
Luckily, we had until 1, to get the rest of the way ready, kitchen cleaned, food made, 2 of 5 baptized, guests fed, guests home, fireworks, bed about 11. 9 am church came really early.
I thought it would be easier to go to GMA's house for dinner, than to eat here, and I could take the rest of the watermelon from yesterday. We eat, and clean up, and 4 of 5 takes off. I was outside, she went in. But it was okay, there were plenty of people inside, and there was a child gate blocking upstairs. I wait about 5 minutes, then decided to go check on her. "hey 4 of 5, where are you? come here" He voice calls back from upstairs, "coming" not good, but she hasn't been up there for more than 5 minutes. I noticed right away, her hair looked a little messy, but I thought she had just brushed it at GMA's vanity. the closer she gets, the worse it looks, and my heart sinks as I notice, it's spiky on top. Not messy. She found scissors. And cut her hair. I didn't know what to say, I just took her out side. I didn't even want to pull the pony tail out, and look at the extent of the damage. You can't even get mad at her. It doesn't do any good. There's a different feeling you get when one of your children cuts their own hair. It's not anger. I think it's sadness. Her hair is so thin, even that little piece that was cut, took half of it. I will post picture tomorrow, if I can bring myself to take a picture.
SIGH. Oh well, when it rains it pours. I am just grateful, none of what happened this weekend was expensive. Because all of them, had the potential to be. Little blessings right?