There are seven days left in this month and then there better be some sort of shift to get me out of this challenging alternate universe.
Yesterday was fine, mostly. Three trips into town but fine. (what an interesting way to celebrate Earth Day, lolsigh) The day before I had to go into my actual office and left the most important piece of what I needed at home. So that was one of the three trips into town yesterday.
Kevin had to work today, we're in the six-days-a-week season, ugh. He left at 5:30 like always. At 6:15, Lucy woke me up insisting that she had to go outside. It's a good thing that we don't have neighbors because I just got up out of bed, walked out onto the deck, and undid her gate then went back to bed.
She came back in later, after I had fallen asleep trying to convince myself to just get up and start the day.
Then she wanted back out but I told her no, got up and showered then we left to get coffee/treats. This is one of those days where my brain won't turn on all the way. I was going to take her for walkies but I just didn't want to so I came back home.
Instead I started my chores, which included starting Rosie/Geoff Peterson to work. Then I got stuck in If You Give A Mouse A Cookie and ended up reorganizing the cleaners and towels under the primary bath sink. Meanwhile, Rosie had stopped under the dining table so I retrieved her. I took out the filter to empty it and there was grass...like a lot of grass.
While it could be assumed with the way things have gone, that she had gone outside. No, she found dog sick. ACK. Upon a panicked yet reluctant search I found that thankfully it was mostly grass and it was on the wood floor by the door. Two things: thank the universe it was just dog sick and not poo and now I don't remember what the second was because the alphabet brain just decided that there didn't need to be a second thing.
Now I've disassembled Rosie/Geoff on the kitchen counter and cleaning all the stuff. It was not as bad as it could have been, for real though. But this was not on my list today. Or any day, frankly.
In this time, the fabricator who is working on the racecar has arrived. He is not chatty so I can just leave him to his own devices, thankfully. And Kevin came home about ten minutes later anyway.
I realized I was hungry while cleaning Rosie, which is weird but whatever. I grabbed a banana. Yep, both hard and soft and I immediately spit it into the trash. Now I'm not hungry anymore, I guess. I returned to finish cleaning Rosie; just in time for Kevin to need me to run into town. So Lucy and I went, no worries. We're both always down for a car ride.
As we pulled back into the driveway, one of Kevin's friends had arrived. This is totally fine, I like him. It's just that we went to high school together. And he slept with one of my best friends at the time. She said he was great but she didn't want to date a "farm boy", which irritated me at the time because he was a super nice guy. And he still is. But every time I first see him, I think "He had sex with my friend." which is at least three kinds of inappropriate. And I don't think he remembers how he knows me, just to make it weirder.
Then as I'm writing this, Kevin comes into the house in a bit of a panic. He needed a needle and alcohol and his glasses. He has a larger-than-a-sliver piece of metal embedded in his thumb. Because of course he does. He worked on it and "thinks" he has "most" of it removed. If I have to add "trip to urgent care" onto my April Fools Month bingo card, I will not be surprised.
Meanwhile, the mechanic wants my truck this weekend instead of in three weeks. This is good and bad. We have to figure out how to deliver it without towing. I started it the other day and the Check Engine light didn't come on so that's a good thing. It's a high traffic weekend where I live so not optimum to maybe have to stop for car troubles.
One of our friends from the coffee stand is on maternity leave. She sent me a friend request the other day and now my friend suggestions includes a beloved former boyfriend's wife. Thanks social media for that little bit of wistful weirdness.
I sure hope that this this post will be the last on this topic. Who knew that the Raising Parents posts could be one-upped?
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