Nice evening. 'Cept Luke's cousin whacked him in the side of the head with a plastic golf club. He's okay, but he's gonna have a HUGH bruise. Scared me, 'cause he almost immediately went into a respiratory attack. We haven't had one of those in well over a year. But he was okay once I got him calmed down. He played the rest of the evening and went to bed just fine.
Came home to dog pee and poop on the floor. I no longer want to kill the dog, but the 14-year-old does know to stay out of my way. Cleaning it up (of course I managed to step in it), I realized that Sam hadn't been out since I took him out around 8:00 a.m. I was at the pool event all afternoon and when we got home we were rushed to get across town. Jr. now knows that "Mom didn't tell me to take him out," is not the proper response.