Washing the contents of Shaun's pockets, for starters. Because that's the kind of helpful wife I am. I even washed his phone, which was as good as new (and cleaner) once Shaun took it apart and let it air-dry. Nothing ended up the worse for the wear except for my sense of competence as a homemaker.
And surely no summer is complete without the joy of cutting a plastic sword off a small boy's leg with a hefty pair of shears. Now I know, it doesn't look stuck at all in these pictures. But the handle was curved in on the part you can't see, and it was digging into his muscle. Every time I tried to pull the sword off, serious shrieking ensued. I doused the whole business with salad oil, to no avail. Even after I resorted to the shears, removing the sword was no easy feat. And what did I learn about myself? After several frantic phone calls to Shaun at the office, I was forced to conclude that I am totally not one of those "rises to the occasion in an emergency" kind of people. Rats.
Oh. We also had overnight guests for 10 out of 11 days.
Busy! Fun! More to come!