Here it is Sunday, and the household's still not back on an even keel. I could make myself feel pretty self-important if I contemplated the fact that three days' absence wreaked such havoc on the womenfolk - but then I have to consider that two days' presence hasn't diminished the psychodrama which Shannon described last Friday. So my importance to the household? It's a wash.
Amidst the stubbornness, meltdowns, cussedness, sulking, and general unpleasantness, though, Julia did come up with a great coinage today. She wanted to roughhouse with me, so she asked if she could "tackle" me - "you know, play a game of attackle." Who could say no? She and Vivi both enjoyed clambering all over me, getting "flings" into the air, tickling one and all, laughing like crazy. Good times.