Okay, this post was my first ever blog post. I didn't realize you weren't supposed to write a novel, just the stuff on your mind. Of course BEING a novelist, I just did what came naturally!
I totally snickered the whole time I was reading this. We were living in Arundel then, Katie was still a baby, and we still had our dog Thunder who was a 170 pound Husky-Akita-Wolf hybrid.
11-04-04
Some Days Are Hard.
Some days are particularly hard, today isn't the worst, but its right up there in the top 50.
6:15am
It started off with the dog getting loose and me having to:
a) run to the end of my driveway like a damn fool trying to catch the dog. (he runs like he’s a refugee from Seabrook)
b)walk back to the house vowing dog-i-cide the entire way. (Have I mentioned its 28 degrees?)
c) find clothes, which naturally aren't folded and I have to dig through the laundry basket PRAYING I have clean underwear at the bottom of the basket, but not being so lucky and having to check the dryer... voila!(Crap, they're the ones that ride up ... screw it)
d) grab the dogs 18 inch lead (which I'm thinking would make an excellent beating strap)that’s buried under the molding which is leaning up against the wall and hasn’t been re-hung since we put the door in back in September.
e) go to my car to start it and drive around looking for the animal
Now, all of this time, I'm rushing because I'm thinking "Oh shit its hunting season, and he's going to get shot and OMG what if he bites someone!"
So, I finally get dressed get out the door, get to my car, scraper in hand and realize....
I don't have my keys.
Lovely
Then I get a light bulb moment and realize Kevin always leaves his keys in his car!
I get in his car and get it started, and realize that his defrost doesn't work... wonderful.
Ya Know... This is a good time to add that I started the day with the best of intentions.
I had nothing planned on my calendar, and I fully intended to do a lot of things around the house, I'd even spent the first hour after I'd gotten up, making a list of chores that needed to be done so I'd be all hyper-organized. i was so proud of myself! Now this stupid friggin dog had thrown a wrench in my day.
Sooooo, I scrape a 3x5 spot clear on Kevin’s windshield, and drive out passenger side and driver’s side windows open and turn down the road beside my house... and I use the word "road" loosely, and only meaning a space to drive where there aren't any trees.
After bumping and bottoming out along this road for about a quarter mile thinking maybe he went the other way I spot the fugitive standing in the road looking ultra wolf-like.
His hackles are all up in a ridge along his back, and his tail is bushed out like something feral, even though he's my dog, to see him like that made ME scared.
So anyway, he sees me coming and decides he’s going to be "good doggie" and comes trotting to the car. I throw open the door, and in he jumps, THRILLED to be getting a ride!!
My neighbor Butch was standing by his car, brandishing one of those wooden handled scraper/windshield brush thingies like a weapon. He ALSO spotted me and hollered "Is that your dog?!" I could hear his voice was kinda shaky.
Let me tell you about Butch.
He's one of those guys you can tell life has never given a break to.
He's got that permanent dark tan of a man who's worked outside nearly all of his life and he’s built like those men you see pictured in 1920's and 30's Oklahoma Dust Bowl documentaries. He's the living image of what Pa Joad would look like. Thin body, almost to the point of being emaciated but with those muscles that look like ropes tied to his bones. He favors those strappy tee shirts and denim jackets, he’s got a beard and that kind of white hair that has to be wet down and slicked into place, and looks blown away and stringy by noon.
He IS however a very nice man.
He’s had to use our phone a few times, because his goes out when it rains (this sounds weird but I knew exactly what he meant because it happened to us as well)
I also gave him all kinds of stuff from our garden this year because, well shit he looks like he doesn't eat much. lol
Anyway, poor Butch is just trying to get his car scraped so he can get to work (he sells cars at a local buy here pay here) and here comes this wolf running at him barking and snarling. The poor guy.
He came over to the car and said, "Oh I thought that was your dog, he tried to bite me!"
I said "HE DID? "Oh Butch I'm so sorry, he's not normally vicious at all" (and he isn't normally like that at all)
So now I've got the dog stepping on me trying to be "nice doggy" and sticking his nose out the window so Butch can see he's not vicious at all (heh heh heh)
Well, I apologized profusely and I still feel really bad, but i DO try to make sure the dog is secured, because I never know what he's going to do. Thank God it wasn't a child.
So.. I get the dog back to the house, leave the car running (nice wife) and tie Houdini out on his run, I also MIGHTILY resist the urge to kick him until he’s dead, and continue into the house.
The boys are fighting, surprise surprise.
I go into my bedroom and relate the entire episode to my husband who, after 14 years of marriage, has learned to block out 90% of what I say and to make appropriate noises of agreement or negation at the proper intervals.
Nonplussed, I return to the fighting brothers Grimm.
Big Kevin by this time, is just about ready to leave, so I walk him out and shoot dirty looks at the dog, who thinks I want to play and starts running around and laying in that "lets PLAY!" position that dogs do, you know? with his butt in the air?
Kevin and I kiss, he says Have a good day, I say thanks you too, I love you, he leaves.
I go back in to the DMZ where apparently détente has been achieved for a few minutes.
Its now 7:30am. Number One Son makes it outside with his appallingly heavy backpack, in his big Columbia jacket, he kinda looks like a Sherpa with that bag lol. Mercifully the bus is right there when he gets to the side of the road.
Finally, I get to sit down, have a cup and talk to the girls in the chat room.
Except, I don't
Because the husband has forgotten his uniforms, and today is uniform day, and do I feel like brining them down???
I agree but only because I'd end up washing his work clothes and they're gross.
So I bring him his uniforms, then I drop Konnor at school because he couldn't catch the bus.
Finally home.
Step through the door set the baby down, I carried her in because she was still in her jammies.
I fall into my chair, hoping the girls are still in the room... AH they are!
Say BACK... grab my now cold coffee cup and put it in the microwave, turn around and there’s Katie barfing.
Oh my God... have I offended someone on a cosmic level?
Get the kid cleaned up, sit down to chat then am overwhelmed with guilt because I haven’t gotten ONE thing on my wonderful list done yet and its... HOLY SHIT 8:45~!
The rest of the day kind of goes the same way,
I went to make a cup of tea at 3:00 Ahh tea...
So, I pour the boiling hot water into the teapot, annnnnd......the kettle is FULL of cooked macaroni.
Apparently at some point when I wasn't being very observant, my daughter the climber, figured the hole in my teakettle was for inserting macaroni. Yeah I laughed too.
She’s also done a thousand little things which have stopped me in my tracks today, annoying but ultimately harmless.
Well, except when she bit me on the ass earlier, that hurt... I didn't laugh that time (it IS pretty funny now).
Right after that Konnor’s therapeutic mentor called me, Now, he'd had to skip Konnor yesterday because of his son having to go to the ER, understandable, shit happens.
Today he called again, he couldn't come (I wasn’t really expecting him to) but could he come tomorrow?
Now Friday is the biggest sucky day of the week for me. I run around doing errands, I do my shopping, basically very busy.
Tomorrow I have Jen, (Konnor’s clinician) Dave, (Kevin’s clinician) and Chad coming. Too bad I don't play poker, I've always got at least a full house... (ha-ha lame 10:15pm Joke folks)
Now, my son apparently didn't get the memo that Chad wasn't coming today because he decided to pull a FIT about getting on the bus.
Ultimately he didn't I had to go and pick him up. Fortunately, he'd managed to calm himself down and he wasn't the evil spawn he can be when I got there.
We're home, everything is pretty good, I do some laundry, Cook some supper get the kids fed, and the baby in the tub, and apparently, I've done my penance for the day because so far so good.
Maybe I'll get some tonight, ... the day can't be a total wash.
Oh yeah, I've GOT to get out of these underwear, they're killing me.
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