We all have had “those days”. Days where every move you make is the wrong one. Where nothing goes according to plan. I can laugh about it now but man...24 hours ago...it was not a laughing matter.
I started off the day having to get up at 6:30 to go drive my uncle to the hospital for a scheduled procedure. I was gone around 90 minutes before getting back home. Ugh...I have been feeling a bit on the down side. I’ve been insanely tired as of late as I have not been getting much sleep. My pup Bindi is rapidly approaching the ripe old age of 16 (November) and with that comes some issues. Besides the back legs being weak, she’s more spacey leading me to believe that she’s suffering from the same fate as my mother...dementia. With that comes a bit of anxiety, restlessness, and a slew of other stuff.
She’s not suffering or in pain...just a bit lost. She’s still happy, eats, loves short walks, and just being around us...but I see the decline is in full force now with no signs of slowing down. That...has me down. So yesterday morning I was just all up in my head and decided to take her and her sister Maya for a short walk.
Along the way, Bindi needed a rest so she and I plopped down on the road to give her legs a breather. I feel it does her some good to muster up her strength again
Thats when Maya decided to come up to me and Vurp some warm delicious brown liquid onto me.
I couldn’t help but just burst out into laughter as I lay on the street with 2 dogs...and a lil’ bit of wet warm puke soaking into my jeans. It’s fine. After a few minutes of self reflection and thinking, we all walked back where I tried to take a nap and catch up on sleep before the next hellish 10 days start up. Fat chance. Phone calls, Bindi waking up and needing assistance, and the cats being complete psychopaths prevented that from happening. Bags under eyes are getting larger by the minute.
Once my daughter came home from school, I had to take her in for senior pictures. The dogs were outside and were being good on the deck so I figured, it’s only a few minutes away and the shoot is scheduled for like 15 minutes. We will be back in a half hour...I’ll leave the pups outside to catch a little sun...what could go wrong?!?
I want to preface this by saying that the weather the past week or so and going forward for the next few days was looking blissful. See? No sign of rain or anything outside of next Thursday.
Well, as the photo shoot was finishing up, the sky got dark and grey and started what looked like a monsoon. This all happened in minutes and as soon as it was a downpour my thoughts went “THE DOGS!” So we rushed back and had to dry off the soaked pups. Yay! Wet dog smell in the house!!!! Mind you, this storm lasted approximately 10 minutes and is the only rain we have had in over a week. Of course, my timing being the abysmal shit it is, coincided with me leaving the dogs outside while we stepped out for a few. Of course...
After that I had to argue with the kids who apparently no longer like ANYTHING at all for dinner, rushed to the grocery store where more clumsy Blewitt action took place. All 4 of these things happened within minutes of each other at the brand new Lidl grocery store that opened up last week.
I went to go get a bottle of Coke which resulted in the entire rack of bottles falling and rolling all over the floor.
While attempting to pick up said bottles, sunglasses fall off top of my head, one lens pops out of frame, I stupidly kick it down isle like I’m starting in a slapstick Marx brothers film.
Upon checking out, I smiled at the cashier and drooled onto my shirt. She most definitely saw it and didn’t speak to me afterwards.
Finally as I was walking out, I saw hand sanitizer wipes at the entrance/exit. I stopped to snag one so I could wipe my gross hands from touching floor crud, so I could be a slob and scarf the chocolate croissant in my car on the drive home like the piece of shit that I am. Upon wiping my hand and the drool properly off of my shirt, I abruptly turned to walk out the door....except it wasn’t the door. It was an extremely clean piece of glass window that I smashed into at...ummm...just about 50 miles per hour. My hat took the brunt of it as it came off my head, I dropped several things as I opted for no bag, and a woman pointed and yelled “that’s not the door” at me to which I mustered “yeah”...and walked out.
The rest of the night went fairly smooth besides my daughter telling me she didn’t like her dinner and threw it in the trash. I specifically went to get her her stupid veggie meatballs as my wife said they all liked them. I guess not...
Let’s hope for a smoother day today...
Blewitt
