So, I got up Thursday, got us all ready. Walked the dog, loaded up & headed out. On the agenda: drop Boo at school, drop dog at groomer, get Diva’s hair cut, grocery shop, home, get Boo from school, homework, Juijitsu, Cub Scouts, then bed. Meanwhile hubs drops my car off at Jag for repair, since the electrical system FAILED Wednesday, then to work.
Well, I get 3 blocks & the dog pooped, right in the air-vent seat! The blanket fell into the floorboard. I spanked him & shoved him into the floorboard. At a stop sign, I used some tissue to grab & chunk his poop out the window. Pissed, but moving on. Dropped Boo at school after assuring him I would NOT kill his dog. Heading to groomers & dog lifts his leg & pisses on the front seat. That is when I threw my vitamin water at him to get him to stop – he did. Then took another shit, but this time on the blanket in the floorboard. He’d weazled out of his collar, which was in the pike of shit, as I discovered while getting it back on him to drag him outta the car. Meanwhile, getting dog shit all over my hands, the dog, & the car!
I detour to Jag to get the car detailed. See my husband sitting & working on his laptop. They have 1 loaner left, & so we r sharing it. So, off we go . . . But 1st b-fast for him & Diva.
Back on track. Get Diva to kids cuts & she looks adorable. Douche-Dog is ready. I notice Diva needs a diaper change, so get that done, but not before she takes a piss on both of us without a diaper, so now she has piss on her shirt. Yeah. Grab dog diapers, put one on the dog, & load him in the loaner, & head home. Call my mom to vent.
Jag update: And, looks to be a component bad, & not under warranty. Plus tires being dropped shipped for the poop-car. We are now hemoraging money.
Hubs will be out of the country most of October & November. Will have no help w/ Diva, & impossible to deliver centerpieces for class reunion. And wob’t go since hubs can’t . . .
Now, get Boo, discuss getting rid of dog, since he is miserable & clearly angry with me. He cries, drop the subject, & I ask him to please eat an early dinner, & please to take off his gi before eating. Which he didn’t. Then ended up wearing his chocolate cake to juijitsu class. We had the whole family, since we only have 1 car.
Jag update: the junction box failed, & is under warranty. Should be fixed next week. Poop-Jag wasn’t finished, so we’ll get tmrrw.
We did a quick change into his Cub Scout uniform, which I stayed up Wednesday night hemming the pants & stitching his den insignia on the shirt. Head to Frisco, & no meeting in sight. I can’t get in touch with the Den Master to verify the location. After 20 minutes we go home, after stopping by McDonald’s, the liquor store, then CVS, since we were OUT of diapers.
The Den Master texted to apologize. We were only non-returning family, & he didn’t realize I didn’t know the area, or the other meeting location. We’ll meet up today so we’ll be ready for the campout.
Today is just part 2 of yesterday’s continuously endless fiascos . . . Bout to run out & begin my stupification of murphy’s law in action.
Jag update: Jag # 1 ready. No, wait. Poop Jag ready. “Really, new tires are on & inspection complete?” Uh, let me call you back.
Jag update: no. Neither are ready. Hopefully after 1 ( which really means before 7:30 PM).
Diva’s having a meltdown. Time to roll out delivering Thirty-One product, then Target, then Boo, then Boo to his dad, then pick up Hubs, back to Jag, then to finish one Thirty-One delivery this evening, then . . . I fucking quit!!!!!!