Saturday, March 08, 2008

Friday

Friday was one of those days.

insert eye roll here.

For starters I thought for certain the dog was going to die... not Jones and I am not lucky enough for it to be one of the labs going down (shut up!  don't judge me!) but rather our 14  year old lab/husky/mix, Pele.  

Pele predates our marriage and was one of those dogs for whom little leopard print beds and pillows proclaiming, "Princess" were bought... we were nothing if not mortally wounded when Hugh's father announced her, "A cute little pup".
 
You know what I mean - the child you have before you have human children.  

But she is now quite old, like eleventy million in people years, and her back legs are weak and so is her bladder and she had a massive external tumor removed in September, yet for all intents and purposes, she carries on and enjoys herself.

But Thursday night she was sooooo restless and soooo panting and huffing and puffing that I got up at the crack of dawn and sat with her and thought, "If she dies do I tell the kids or try to pass her off as sleeping until they have left for school?"

By about 10 a.m. I realized that she may have been a little extra thirsty because I am cheap and changed the dog food and the crap I am now feeding my pets seems to be sawdust and horse meat with a couple of chemicals thrown in for filler, and it appears the old girl has once again cheated the Grim Reaper to live another day.

So the dog is fine but my shoulder is not.  I don't know if it's from the gym or sleeping weird, or bad posture or the fact that I have become one of those women who vacuum their walls, but that whole shoulder blade area is a miserable hurting mess and all I can take is Tylenol and soon the soreness and the exhaustion of the dog vigil catch up with me and form the perfect storm of headache from hell.

Eva, the little doll, climbs up on our bed with me and we proceed to both fall asleep for a good part of the morning.

Fast forward (and really, weren't you waiting for me to say that... I mean, do I even have a point here?!) and suddenly it's 2:50 and all I have done is water the plants and send a couple of emails and now (sh*t!) I am running late to pick up the boys from school.

School is out at 2:55 and by God be prompt because by 3 o'clock those kids not picked up will be signed into daycare.

Which is fine, you know.  You run a little late, you park the car, hustle into the daycare room and carry on - takes about 3 extra minutes out of a day.

But, the thing is, I am not dressed.  Yes, it's 3 p.m. and I am still in pajamas of sorts - worse, really, in that I am wearing a muumuu... it's very Mrs. Roper and I threw it on when I got out of the shower and hello, I cannot get out of the car to go and sign my kids out of the daycare which they will be in because I am late.

What's a girl to do?

I first call a handful of friends to see if anyone can grab my kids and I'll just meet them across the street in front of Jamba Juice... no can do - 1 has a kid home, 1 isn't driving carpool and 1 has a kid with detention.

And so I am forced to call the school and tell the school secretary to please not send my children to daycare as I am still in jammies, well really a muumuu, and cannot get out of the car to sign them out... 

And with that move I have made official my status as ultimate loser of the '07-'08 school year.

So that's my story - Hi, I'm Kristin, and I will make you feel better about yourself.

20 comments:

Shelley said...

OMG - LOL!

kris said...

It would have worked for me if I weren't sitting here in my mismatched sweats and sweatshirt, with my bed head maxxxxed out, and coke bottle lenses for glasses, cuz I was too lazy to put the contacts in thinking I'd curl up and take a mid-morning nap.

Glad your dog is okay. Eleventy-million is old man.

Sarah O. said...

Hahahaha! Excellent post!

Keep us updated on Pele.

Overall, this sounds like my average day. I proudly fail to see the shame! Except when I look at my laundry piles.

I'm the type who's braindead all morning but superproductive between the hours of 2:00 pm and midnight. Relatively speaking, that is.

Michelle said...

We lost our "baby" this summer and it sucked. I hope yours is O.K. We used to get those calls all the time at my old school, only they would call the daycare directly and ask us to let so and so wait out on the ramp because their Mom isn't dressed(or doesn't have shoe on, or some other reason) and she can't get out of the car. Too funny! Just wanted you to know you aren't the only one.

denise said...

See it's days like that I don't feel at all bad that I have three baskets of unfolded laundry next to the bed 'cause I don't have to search for anything in an emergency.

Anonymous said...

love it!!

Kayce said...

HAHAHA!! Been There Done That. Will probably do it again today. Just kidding!

Amy Y said...

I want a muumuu! :)

Hope Pele is Ok...

dgm said...

You vacuum your walls? That makes me feel crappy about myself.

I hope Pele pulls through.

Anonymous said...

I drop my kids off in my pajamas all the time, but so far no one has caught me!

Marisa

Jennifer (Jen on the Edge) said...

I really want to see a photo of the muumuu.

Kristie said...

damn you crack me up....

Tori said...

Hey you...

I thought it would have been ok if you were in sassy pj's like cute little white linen ones. When you told me it was the mumu, I cracked up. Made my day. Made me feel better about the fact that today, I forgot to wear underwear to work.

Anonymous said...

i am not sure which is funnier- you in a mumu or tori forgetting to wear underwear to work. this is why i call you two my friends. so glad pele was just thirsty. she is the one i am fondest of.

nicki

Jodi said...

Okay, first of all this was a stinking funny post! second of all, one time I drove Trent to school in my BATHROBE, yes my robe, 'cuz he missed the bus. The little crossing guard opened the car door to help Trent out, I hate it when they do that, and looked at me in my mint green bathrobe with my hair everywhere and said, "WELL Good morning to YOU!" I was so very humilated. I wanted to stick my tongue out at her and tell her to be glad I was wearing a bathrobe and not just my PJ's. :) Anyway, just wanted to tell you that you are not alone & it could have been worse.

Hope the dog is okay. Eleventy-milllion is a VERY old man, I agree with Kris.

Karen and Bob said...

Just wanted to comment on your story...It made me smile :-) (Not the dog part, but I am sure you figured that out)

carrie said...

Just watch "What Not To Wear" the one with a gal named "Dottie," it was on last night -- you will feel like freakin' Cindy Crawford compared to that lady!

ps - I didn't get out of my jammies until 2 0'clock today. It was my only "down" day and I was taking FULL advantage. Good thing the boys ride the BUS!

Michelle said...

That is the most embarassing story I've ever heard, I love it!

Kristin said...

Yeah, it's a doozy!

CDJ said...

That is a truly awesome picture that you've painted here, Kristin!