I opened my eyes to a bright but quiet morning. No alarm had shrilled in my ear; I took a moment to savor that. With school days just around the corner and football season in full swing, there won’t be a lot of sleeping in in my foreseeable future.
My husband was not in bed beside me, but this was not unusual. Maybe he was riding his bicycle. Or maybe he was cooking breakfast. He’s my morning half. I can handle afternoons and evenings, and I excel at late nights, but it’s better for everyone if I’m not required to be human early in the morning.
A quick look at my facebook feed found my guy and the Girl having a Daddy/Daughter morning at Starbucks. A ‘Like’ on his status let him know I was awake, and I received a text momentarily asking if I wanted coffee from Starbucks. Um, yes please. See what a lovely man he is?
Now, if I could just freeze frame the day right there…
I did get my coffee, but shortly thereafter the day deteriorated into a comedy of errors.
The little dog escaped from the side fence. This is a not a new trick. We looked and looked and did not find him. He did not have his collar on this time, because my sweet Girl bathed him yesterday and didn’t put it back onto him.
I posted a message on our community facebook group, and I started making a sign to post at the neighborhood entrance. I couldn’t print the sign, though, because my printer wasn’t working.
I’ll leave out the long boring details about deleting and reinstalling printer drivers and whatnot. But yeah, that happened.
Just as the printer was rolling out copies of the sign, my phone rang. My first thought was, Of course someone found him after my computer issues were fixed.
He wasn’t found, though. She had just seen my post and remembered seeing him an hour earlier. I went to look, but he was no longer there.
We went back home, finished the sign, and posted it at the entrance.
[Remember, y’all, that I have a full time job that had been totally neglected while Operation Find Choo Choo got underway.]
Back to work I went. For a few minutes. Then I had to shower and get ready to go to take the Boy to his foot doctor check up.
We made it to the foot doctor on time and had a successful, albeit long, visit. He can play football! Yay!
A Strawberry Limeade sounded like just the thing for the afternoon heat, so we stopped in at Sonic. They gave me a Cherry Limeade, which is not at all the same thing. I asked for a new drink, and they told me, “Oh, sure, it’ll be right out.” After 15 minutes, I realized it was not going to be right out. No Strawberry Limeade for me.
We returned home to gather our gear for an evening family bike ride at a local park. Sadly, when I got there I realized I had no house key. Yes, I locked myself out of the house… for the second time this month. The kids checked back doors and windows for anything left unlocked… no dice.
We were off to Grandpa’s house to retrieve the spare key. Luckily it is only 8 miles roundtrip to my parents’ house.
Back at home again, and we were in. I let the big dog outside, and we gathered our things. When it was time to go, I opened the door to let her back in and… ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?! Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum had left the gate open after checking for open doors or windows. Now both dogs were missing.
The kids got on their bikes and found her. A giant breed dog wandering around is so much easier to spot than a toy breed. Thank God.
We were finally on our way. I decided to shed some aggravation by listening to some loud music and singing at the top of my lungs while driving. Instead of singing along or even just bobbing his head like the wannabe cool preteen that he is, the Boy held his ears and whined that I was hurting his head.
Whooah, we're half way there!
Whooah, livin’ on a prayer!
Take my hand and we'll make it - I swear!
Whooah, livin on a prayer!
He wasn’t feeling it. The Girl encouraged him to sing, and he screamed at her at the top of his lungs to shut up. I found myself pulling to the shoulder of the freeway threatening to kick him out of the car if he behaved like that again. Then, I told him as punishment we were going to play the song again so that he could sing along.
I think it’s funny that you think I’m going to sing, he said.
Oh, you don’t have to sing this time, I said. I can keep hitting repeat until you’re ready. But I’m going to sing every time, m’kay?
If you’ve never tortured your kid by making them sing a song they don’t like, I highly recommend it. It’s very entertaining.
We arrived at the park without further incident and enjoyed some hot and humid family biking fun. Then, we got back home to a…hot and humid house. Eighty seven degrees in the house feels fantastic. The Hubs went to check the AC, and I walked away. I didn’t want to know if it was broken.
It wasn’t; it was a breaker. Whew. I’ve had no AC in the summertime in Texas. For weeks. I hope to never experience that little slice of paradise again, thankyouverymuch.
We’ve already experienced a dryer failure that lasted the better part of a month. They fixed it - just this week - but now it makes loud, grating, humming noises and sounds horrendous. It does, however, dry clothes.
Our coffee machine has been threatening a revolt lately, too. The Hubs thinks the coffee maker and the dryer are secretly plotting behind our backs.
[Then, of course, there was the 4th of July Swimming Pool Disaster and it's aftermath with which we are still dealing. Homeownership is fun, right?]
As we stood in the kitchen over a late Crock Pot supper, discussing Big Life Decisions that have us losing more than a little sleep lately, the lights in the kitchen went out.
I think the breaker box is in on the conspiracy now, too.
I’m going to bed before something really big happens. I hope it’s not big enough to wake me up. Unless it’s a phone call that someone has found that damn dog.
[I don’t love the dog, okay? But the Girl loves the dog and refuses to get upset that he’s gone because she just knows that he’s going to come home. He’s 6 pounds soaking wet and has been out on his own all day. I’m thinking it’s not looking too good. I don’t want to see the look on her face when she finally gets that, though, so I hope to God someone helps that dog find his way home.]
Wait. I’m not going to bed. That work stuff? Yeah, it’s still waiting for me. I guess I’ll be up for a while…
Friday, August 17, 2012
Some days are like that, even in Australia...
Posted by Amanda at 11:50 PM
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Ugg, I hate days like that. Hope that your days have been better since this!ReplyDelete
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Holy day of hell. Did Choo Choo ever come back home? I'm sorry for you having days like this but I do enjoy your writing it down bc it helps to commiserate when I'm having my own. It's 3:45 in the morning, I'm still up from a) my 3yo having nightmare and hijacking my warm nest b) dog peeing on carpet next to me while I try to sleep in 3yo's bed.ReplyDelete