derailed day

I’ll have to get back to you on the post I wanted to work on.

My whole day has been one derail after another.

J and I got up this morning.  I put her in her high chair and started the coffee.  H got up while I was scooping grounds.  He almost stepped in a pile of cat barf.  Two inches on the rug side of the line.  Why does the cat sit on the hard kitchen floor to puke all over the carpet?

PB snacked on a yogurt while I went to pick letuce for our breakfast burritos.  He got up to run around while I washed the letuce and started the eggs.  He got a little too worked up, came in the kitchen and spewed the yogurt all over the highchair legs.  J was still sitting in it.  I was washing raw egg off my hands.

I started to get in the shower, having just thrown my dirty clothes in the basket, when H came knocking on the door.  The neighbors called to let us know a cow had gotten out and was in our yard.  I put the dirties back on, grabbed the kids, and went out to defend my garden while h and the (very nice) neighbor herded the bastardly bovine back to his side of the fence.  Then I examined the damage, carrots trampeld, corn trampeled, tomato nearly trampeled.  I poked stuff back in the dirt with my right hand while holding J in the left.  I think I managed to save all except the few carrots that were actually squished.

I get back in and discover that the other cat barfed in the hall in front of the bathroom door.  I clean up yet another mess.

I get my shower.  Afterwards I go to dump the compost and start the sprinkler.  The hose splashes mud all over my leg.  A bird poops on me while I clean the bucket.  And I just got out of the shower.

I get cleaned up.

J’d been cranky all morning.  I take her back for a change.  She feels warm.  I check her temperature.  101.  Nothing to worry about.  Poor thing’s got her molars coming in right now.  She perked up after her Tylenol hit.  We run into Wallmart for paper towels and cat litter.  PB brings his own money to buy an icecream bar.  I let him eat it in the cart while I load up our loot.  He’s just finished when the negihbor calls.  The cow’s back.  He’s in our yard with a rake, defending my veggies.  Thank god.  I get ready to race home, my house is 15 minutes away.  But there’s an SUV and a sedan crawling along 10 miles under the speed limit the whole way home.

When I pull into the driveway J’s fallen asleep.  H bails and runs around back.  I pull PB out so he doesn’t wake her up and we head around front.  Nice Neighbor had just managed to get the cow back through the gate.

At least my landlord brought an electric wire over for the fence.  We never did find out how they were getting through.

And my lovely neighbors invited us over for some hot tubbing after dinner.  That improved the day.  Even though it does mean I’m up way after bed time.

I’m baking cookies tomorrow.  When you’ve got people who’ll drop their own work to come rescue your letuce you let them know they’re appreciated.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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