Tuesday, September 12, 2006

I Hope It's Not Going to be One of "Those" Days...

How's this as a way to start your day? I got to sleep a bit late. I woke, had breakfast with Son#3, homeschooled him then just as I was stepping into the shower, I get a call from Son#1's school. He has an upset stomach. I talk with Son#1 and let him know if I pick him up it's because he's sick and therefore must rest in my room (no TV, video games, books...in short, no fun). He agrees, which is how I know he really is not feeling well. I finish my shower, dress for a meeting that I have this evening at church and Son#3 and I head out the door.

As I'm buckling Son#3 into his car seat (he's 4), I hear the very fast pitter patter of canine feet. As soon as I turn around, I see the neighborhood menace: a big, frisky, golden labrador retriever who just loves people. Did I mention that he also loves to swim in the ditches that run along many of the streets in our neighborhood? He's wet, he's muddy and he's very happy to see me. He tries to jump in the van, but fortunately I manage to grab his collar and yank him out before he can muck up the upholstery and I slam the sliding van door shut.

Meanwhile, he's trying to jump all over me and he's shaking the water/mud off. He manages to splatter the entire passenger side of the van from roof rack to tire well. As for me? Mud all over my clothes, my legs, in my hair, on my face and arms, on my shoes. ICK! I manage to get a peek at the tag on his collar and attempted to pay his owner a visit but no one was home. (I will be going back later.) I wipe myself off with the Clorox wipes I keep in the van for spills (oh, that's gotta be really good for my skin!) and head to the school to pick up Son#1. He's sick, but not too sick to find this terribly amusing.

I drive to the gas station nearest my home, fill up my tank, attempt to purchase a car wash only to find out after the fact that the car wash is indeed broken. Of course no one who works there can be bothered to put a sign on the gas pump. I drove a few extra miles to go to Safari carwash ($3, incl free use of the vacuum). So Steve (that's the name of our van) is all clean. I return home to have my second shower within the span of an hour.

Son#1 is feeling a bit better. Someone please tell me my day will only get better.

7 comments:

Lala's world said...

oh man! I hate days like that! with kids those days come with the package I guess!!!

Elle*Bee said...

Well, it didn't get better. I arrived to my church meeting in the evening drenched from the rain only to discover I picked up the wrong file box and therefore didn't have all the papers we needed for the meeting. Fortunately I don't live too far away and was able to dash home for the correct papers. Sometimes it's hard to be in warm & fuzzy church mode when you're having a poopy day, you know?

Farm Girl said...

Yikes, I hope things improved. That sounds pretty bad.

Sue said...

Those are the kind of days you just want to go back to bed until it's over!

Hopefully tomorrow will be better for you!

The Flip Flop Mamma! said...

Oh you poor thing! I would have been so ticked! Stupid muddy dog!!LOL.

~d said...

I am so lost on days, I am guessing this is one or two days ago. If your day hasn't gotten better yet, CALL ME and I will be over with party gear!

Elle*Bee said...

Yep. It was one of those "when it rains, it pours" days. Yesterday was a bit better. Today will be busier than I anticipated, but I'm hanging in there. I'm trying not to overschedule the weekend if I can help it.