I know what you are thinking- 'Dang- too bad that next door house already sold, what a great place to live'. Yeah- you missed your chance alright.
Yesterday was my Hell day- today is Hell day #2. I'm not sure why or how I manage to cram so very super duper much into a days schedule, but I always do. It's all or nothing over here it seems. Then when you throw in children who forget jackets, forgotten grocery lists and stores that don't carry items I thought they would (and really they should)- even the best laid plans become derailed and end up with me having a nervous breakdown and crying over flippin' everything, including sticks of gum wrapped in plain white wrappers instead of silver foil (but that is a story for another day).
Clearly I need a personal assistant- to apply for the job just leave a message on this post and
It was almost 11pm when my day finally came to a close yesterday- and I was bushed. And after a few hours of restless sleep, a forgotten alarm clock and a HUGE miracle that somehow woke me up on time this morning, I still am.
Today- our activities begin with an early morning vet trip for our new super chewer- Rosie. And without even an ounce of reminder from the girl I scheduled it with- I remembered that I will need a bag of Rosies 'business'. Cue Hallelujah Chorus! Now I can't even remember why or for what- but I know that I do. At least I hope. Because if not- I'm gonna feel kinda stupid.
So- right out of the gate this morning, Rosie needs to go outside. So I grab my shoes- the ones without the fancy Z-Straps- rattle the girls beds and instruct them to get dressed already, and run into the great outdoors. And I sit on the deck and watch. And wait. And watch. And wait. And finally- Rosie wanders into the ONLY area of the yard completely in shadows with no chance of any porch light offering assistance at all (shes nothing if not modest) and does her thing. At least I assume, because I can't really see her. Because it is dark- sheesh, try and keep up here people.
Once she comes back into the light- me and my ziplock head off to do our thing. So carefully, I zig zag back and forth bent over with my face inches from the grass looking for 'it'. Back and forth. Back and forth. A mild wiff.......no success. Back and forth. Back and forth. Certain that I have probably stepped right in it- I decide to go find a flash light.
Only I have children- so there is not a single solitary flash light to be found. Not one. Anywhere. Even the emergency one that I kept plugged in in the laundry room 'for emergencies ONLY' is not there. I contemplate digging through a toybox- someone had a tinkerbell lantern and I'm pretty sure we had jack o lantern hand held light up things? But first I check the garage- and low and behold- Dan brought home some super industrial magnetic flash light panel thing and I stuck it to the metal shelves, wayyyyy up on the top, and it is still there. With working batteries. Boo-Yah!
Back out in the yard, I recreate my previous pattern- only this time with light- and I manage to find the warm pile of doo that I need for our upcoming visit.
And that is the series of events that lead to my neighbors calling the looney bin to come and get me.
Here's hopin' they need this sample- otherwise I'm gonna go postal at the vets office.