Just when you think you don’t have anything interesting to write about, life happens.
First the cat threw up on my shoe.
I was just trying to leave playgroup. It was at someone’s house where you take your shoes off right when you walk in the door. I am in an area that is between the front door and the porch door. It is probably 3′ x 5′. I am in there with two kids and two cats. As I am trying to get Claudia’s shoes, Ian’s cowboy boots and my shoes on Ian opens the door and one of their cats runs outside.These are inside cats.
I run out into the rain in my socks and retrieve this cat out of the bushes. I don’t think he was that pleased that I was picking him up, but I did manage to get him back inside. Then my socks were soaking wet.
I am back in the 3′ X 5′ area again, but this time everything seemed to have multiplied. There were three cats and three children and me.
I got on one of Ian’s cowboy boots and a different cat threw up on my shoe.
Gross, but whatever. Now I have three moms (two of whom are extremely pregnant), five kids and three cats all trying to get out the door, and I am just trying to take my wet socks off and get The Squad’s shoes on, then the same cat barfs on my socks.
Son of a…
I go out in the rain, the cold rain in my bare feet and get both kids all strapped into the car. Claudia is yelling about being hungry. I try to give her a handful of goldfish, but she wants the whole bag.
I only have one bag of goldfish.
As any parent of two children knows, you can’t just give one two year old a huge bag of goldfish and expect them to share with their sibling. I figure maybe she will fall asleep on the ride and we can avoid a huge confrontation.
Click, click, click, click.
The car won’t start.
Now both kids are screaming. Claudia still wants goldfish and Ian is yelling about having poop on his shoe.
After a brief investigation, it turns out that the poop on the shoe thing is true.
Gross. I wipe it off with a bank envelope that I have in the car.
I call Gabe and he says that it sounds like my battery is dead. Fortunately, I have jumper cables and the person who was hosting the playgroup is still home and can pull her car right up to the front of my van.
Unfortunately, neither of us know how to jump start a car.
It all turned out okay, I called Gabe again and he told me what to do and I didn’t blow any of us up, and the car started.
And I only touched the things together and made sparks fly everywhere once.
We made it home fine. It turns out I do need a new battery. The car won’t start again. Just take my advice and don’t go to playgroup hoping that you will come home with something to write about. It might not be something cute.
So, how was your morning?