Who wouldn't love to know what it's like to walk a mile in my shoes? I mean, my life is so interesting!
Let's take yesterday for example.
I rolled out of bed took the dogs out, showered, dressed and headed out the door with all 3 dogs.
Getting 3 dogs out of the house and into a car along with all the crap I had to take with me isn't easy. It's school time and the bus stop is on the corner of my complex, right by where I have to walk to get to the parking lot. It's about 5 minutes of "Can I pet your dog?" or "Does your dog bite?". Somedays I want to say "Yes, my fluffy white Bichons are vicious killers! Now, go away!"
I took the dogs to my mother's house, dropped off Zoe and Piper, picked up my dad's dog, Avery, to take the the local vet for my mother on my way to take Crash to the specialist about 30 mins away.
Avery was my dad's best friend and when my dad knew he was dying, he worried how Avery would take it. He's been coughing a lot lately and although Mom has him on heartworm preventative, she's worried he's got something going on with his heart.
So, I drop Avery off at the vet for a chest film, drive across town to pick up my sister who volunteered to go with me for moral support.
After I picked up Sis, she noticed that there wasn't a large manila sleeve that contains an xray in the car.
"Did you bring Crash's x-ray and lap work?"
SHIT! No!
So, back home I went.
We had a nice long drive to the clinic, nice long wait in the waiting room, then we had to leave Crash for his tests and we headed back to town.
I dropped her off and after having seen the estimate for the tests, I headed to my bank to talk to my favorite loan officer.
After hearing my tales of woe regarding my dog and my car, she informed me that I am preapproved for a car "so go out there and find you a good car!" she says.
I'm worried about Crash but Oh My God! Finally! A new car!
I left the bank and off to work I go.
I spend the next several hours at work downloading some old school tunes that were acquired for me by a lovely young man who has freakishly small hands and being interviewed like I was on Oprah. (my dream really)
I left work and went immediately to pick up Crash, driving through road construction and inevitable South Houston traffic.
I could see the south-bound traffic was nearly at a stand-still so on the way home, I pulled off at Petsmart and Crash and I browsed for a while so those crazy traffic jammers could clear out.
Instead of heading straight home, my remaining kids were at my mother's house so I to stop there and ended up eating dinner while she watched over me like mothers do and lent her sage advice on my finances, cars and pet care.
I walked through my own door at 10pm, handed out treats, got out of my travel-weary clothes, washed my face, glanced at the dishes in the kitchen sink and thought to myself "fuck em" and plopped my ass on the couch.
The only thing more boring exhausting than living my day is reading about it, I'm sure.