I don’t know if I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning or if my household is conspiring to drive me crazy.
(I did wake up terribly due to taking NyQuil last night in an effort to drug myself so I wasn’t staying up late, again!)
We are walking out the door actually early-ish and my dog is sitting at the door (remember he is an ANGEL in the house, it’s outside that he turns into an asshole) Well I told Omar let’s go, and Bowser thought I was talking to him and decides to bolt out the door. Fabulous. Now normally it’s no big deal if he’s off leash, he runs around for a few minutes, finds some cat poop to eat, then finally decides to come back when he hears me getting pissed. I really don’t have time to mess with him this morning but thankfully he takes one lap around our grassy area and then runs to the car and hops in. Dumb dog. So I drag him out to take him back into the house and he decides now to lay down and play dead. WILL. NOT. STAND. UP. So I have to put my crap that I am carrying on the ground and pick up my 55lb dog to carry him inside. Oh yes, and of course I am wearing a maxidress today just to put the cherry on top. Uh. So annoying.
So dog is inside, finally, back out to the car where my darlings better be in and buckled. Walk up to the car and Mckenna tells me Omar lost his water bottle. What? In the 15 foot walk from the front door to the car? He keeps it in the side pocket of his backpack because otherwise the condensation gets his papers all wet. Somehow in getting into the car, he knocked it out and it fell into the storm drain. And I’m only parked in front of the damn storm drain because it’s trash day and my normal spot was overtaken by garbage cans. I was SO mad! It was one of those nice stainless steel ones and he’d only had it a couple of weeks after I bought it to replace his OTHER water bottle that disappeared to God knows where.
Thankfully there was a full Dasani in there so he had something to take to school (they have no A/C in the classrooms so they drink water ALL day)
Needless to say, I was very grumpy on the way to school. Omar, of course starts to cry when we are walking to his classroom and I feel like an asshole. It’s just an $8 water bottle. So back to the exchange we will go this weekend for yet another replacement. And no more parking in front of the storm drain for me.
Hi, Reb! I can remember many days like that! Fortunately there are more good ones than bad. I did have to laugh at the dog’s behavior and the lost water bottle. Brings back a lot of memories. Hang in there, girl!
Love, Grandma Maryann