Ever have one of those days where you just cant get your act together?
Today was one of those days for me.
My brain felt full of cobwebbs….maybe it was that wine I drank last night.
Too much to do and not enough time, plus its raining again. Rain makes everything harder.
I’m whiner I know.
The boys and I all had eye appointments this afternoon. We let Wee One go first since he was the easiest, hubby was working, but coming to the clinic on his way thru town to pick up Wee One. That way Son #1 and I would not have to deal with him for our appointments.
Hubby was late, then he called while Son #1 was being examined and Wee One was trying to wreck the eye doctor’s office. Hubby said, “where are you, you werent in the waiting room”
Feeling like Im misbehaving by whipering into my cell phone while the eye doctor is looking over my first born, I say “Im in the examining room with the boys, a parent needs to be present when they are examined. Where are you? You are LATE”
The good doctor is looking at me out of the corner of his eye like he is thinking, “the sign says turn off cell phone”
I did, sorta…I turned the ringer to vibrate.
Hubby answers, “Im out here by your car.”
Me, “thats helping a lot, gotta go” Then I corralled Wee One before he helps himself to another of the good doctor’s markers.
Sometimes I want to choke my children’s daddy.
Early Sunday morning Son #1 decided to build himself another bike out of spare parts. After he finished, he took it for a test ride.
He came back and showed me some tricks. When he was finished I asked him, “how did it ride for ya?” and motioned my head towards the paved county road.
Son #1 said, “great! maybe later Ill put some brakes on it.”
definately his father’s son…..
I hope the weekend is nice, weatherwise. I am planning on going out to see Mrs. E T’s new Arab. I wrote about her in this post: Arabs vs. Quarter Horses vs. Saddle Breds And So On..
I’m taking my saddle in case I get a couple of hours kid-free. I’ll take the obese Palomino out for a ride.
Marvin loves to be brushed. He also tolerates Wee One better than Miss Kitty.
Speaking of Miss Kitty, I gave her a Frontline treatment today. Shes been slinking around giving me the evil cat eye. She acts like I dunked her in a tub full of flea dip instead of put some drops on her back!
There will be no fleas on the Reservation, not a chance in hell. Indoor cats or not, they’ll get their Frontline.