Seriously, where's all the adults?

To follow up the circus of the beggining of the week. We had an encore the very next day.

I was going through my afternoon panic of getting everyones jersey washed/dried. Dinner down them and out the door for the 5:00 game. Tuesday was nothing new. I was yelling at the 3 youngers ones to get out the door so we wouldn't miss the game. We had 10 minutes to spare. True to form, Avery started argueing. She wanted to walk. I didn't, but knowing the excercise couldn't hurt I agreed. I shuffled the kids onto the grass so I could pull my car in the garage. (I had pulled in trunk side first to unload groceries earlier) I jump in the car and pull forward 2 feet when I hear a crunching noise. I look at the 3 angelic faces and snarl, "who's bike did I just run over?" They all run around the car to see who is going to be killed. Avery looks at me confused, "Mom your tire's flat."

The bike was fine. I can't same the same for my tire. The sharp edge of the exposed handle bar ripped through my tire. Not a little hole like a nail, it looked like some one had taken a hunting knife to the tire.

One pissed off husband and $200.00 later for 2 new tires (apparently you can't replace just one...something about wearing unevenly????) I have a working car.

As far as pictures of this weeks events. There are none. Camera has gone MIA. Also, I think the kids don't believe they're in trouble if I snap pictures. I must learn to do it undercover.