This morning I'm hanging on by a thread.
It's not even noon but feels way later.
My husband pulled his back yesterday so he's in bed. We probably shouldn't have been taking the dogs to PetSmart since my daughter had already shown a light fever, but we wanted to get out and breathe a little and Santa was going to be there and so we should have known better because he pulled his back trying to help Bella into the car. Poor hubby.
And Dexter was so scarred from seeing Santa (the picture is AWESOME - beyond words awesome, which makes it totally worth it but still, the rest sucks) that when I took him to the line so I could pre-pay (totally would have done this before had I known) he snuck backwards through my legs and out of his collar and ran straight for the doors of PetSmart.
YES. FOR THE DOORS.
Damn it all to hell, my dog ran out of the store as I screamed his name at the top of my lungs, ran after him and watched as traffic flew by in the parking lot. Something about my blood-curdling scream worked, and he turned before stepping off the curb and ran to the first car that was parked in the spot closest to the store.
This would be when I tackled him to the ground, put his collar back on and tried to tighten it. We got him such a haircut the other day that his collar is too big. And semi-broken, which I didn't know. Obviously.
And we make him wear his collar now after last week's great escape. Yeah. Got a free pass or something when our exterminator left not one but two of our gates open. You read that right. BOTH gates. WIDE OPEN.
So while I stood outside, or more like sat on the floor of the sidewalk in front of the store, my husband was inside, not answering his cell (he didn't hear or feel it, of course, as is Murphy's law, right?) with Bella and our daughter.
Who, by the way, spiked such a high fever last night that I'm sure she has the flu.
So yeah. Happy Sunday.
Hope you're all doing better than I am this fine morning.
ANd yes, I know, I'm blessed. I just wanted to return to my regularly scheduled programming because I am reading so much about horror and loss and children, babies, gone, that my heart and my head just hurt. A lot.
So I needed to b!tch and whine a bit. Sometimes it makes us feel better. Ya know?