I knew when I stepped in the dog poo at 3 a.m. as a storm tried to lift the roof off of my house, that it was going to be one of those kind of days. ;-) Just so you can laugh along with me… I jump up, listening for tornado sounds, and sirens… Hear something weird Parker’s room, step in dog poo on the way. Hop back to the boy’s bathroom, it’s pitch black, electricity is out. Try to do my best in the dark. Wash foot in tub. I want to kill dog (it’s the oldest one and he knows better. But I think the storm scared the, um, poo out of him). Pray I have no after effects and head downstairs in search of a flashlight. Get back upstairs, flashlight goes out, but not before I find dog’s mistake and make sure my foot is in the all clear. (I’m sorry, there’s just nothing grosser.) The youngest was sleeping through the loudest friggin’ alarm you’ve ever heard. (I swear he sleeps the sleep of the dead). When the electricity went out the alarm went off. He turns it off, and is asleep again before head hits pillow. (So not fair.) During all of this, my oldest has to head off to work and puts the little pup in my room in his kennel. It’s almost four now, and as I climb back into bed praying for a few hours sleep, since I had one of my bad nights and didn’t get to sleep until 2, I hear another weird noise. Pup is puking in his kennel. Sigh. I get up, pull out his blankets and dump in the wash. Realize since lights are out, can’t really wash, close lid. Take pup downstairs to his play pen and toss him (gently, I promise) in. Call husband because he’s on the road and I’m worried about him. He almost drives off the road laughing when I explain all that’s happened. It’s almost time to get youngest up, so I decide to forget trying to sleep. Realize driving him to school probably isn’t safe since I’ve only had about 45 minutes of sleep. We decide he’ll take one of the cars to school and drive himself since he’s legal. He leaves, I climb into bed. Ten minutes later the phone rings. “Mom, I can’t get the car to start and I’m at the donut shop.” Laugh hysterically, tell him not to worry I’ll be there in a minute. I honestly have no idea what I had on the bottom half but I did notice when I returned home that my shirt was on inside out. Parker didn’t say a word. So that’s what happened to me before 7 this morning, and quite honestly the day sort of went downhill from there. ;-) Sigh. BUT I’m laughing about it all and that’s what matters. And after seeing all the damage the storm caused, and hearing from friends with broken windows, smashed cars and terrified children, I realize my day isn’t so bad.
What I want to know today is what you to do escape the real world? Play video games, watch certain movies, go for run (you people who do that are sick I tell you, sick.)? What do you do to stay sane. :-)