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Dear sick, teething infant, I don’t like you right now. You’re pushing me to the border of crazy town. I think I’ll get off the mommy train tonight and stay at the most luxurious spa imaginable. If only it worked like that.

And thus concludeth our first flight with an infant. At one point, we were literally throwing the screaming child back and forth like a hot potato going “What should we do?” “I don’t know!” “Think of something!” But we made it. Thank you to all the kind and understanding souls sitting around us. You were all not-so-willing participants in our micro-study of crisis management.

walked into our kitchen to find our five month old puppy on top of our bar-height table. Gatorade is spilled everywhere and he’s going after the sugar bowl. One word: tranquilizers

So we locked the cat and the dog in the laundry room together. We’re hoping they either kill each other or become friends. We’d be ok with either outcome.

The rain always makes me want to curl up next to the fire with a good book and a cup of hot chocolate. OK, Sara, it’s the dead of summer. Let’s substitute fire for air conditioner and hot chocolate for a foofy drink.