Friday, June 6, 2008

A day in the life


It's Friday night. I'm now sitting down to write about my Thursday.
Let me say, that this post may contain items which are not suitable for children or for those of you with weak stomachs. Graphic contents may occur. Now, since I have given you my disclaimer, let me continue.
3:30am - Awakened to the "odor d' feces". In other words I woke, smelling poop. In my bedroom. From my dog! So, I cleaned it up, let the dog go outside, and FINALLY went to sleep (after the odor subsided).
7:30am - We are in the middle of having our kitchen remodeled. Part is new. Part is being refaced. Supposed to be an easy job. The installer arrived. I questioned the new cabinet above the fridge that was supposed to be attached to the wall. It wasn't. It was off the wall by about 3 3/4 inches. That's 90 inches total of storage space that I would be missing. After a very lengthy discussion between multiple parties (installer, me, designer, engineer, supervisor), they agreed to remake the cabinet. Yeah! However, I might add that the other cabinets were hung 2 inches above where we wanted them (but we've left them there - as it is the standard height). And, the alarm system was broken.
8:00am - Take the kids to school.
9:05am -Arrive at work and work.
11:15am - Pick up Mason. Go to Home Depot to get a part for the disposal. Since I still had a little $$ from my little winnings in Vegas, I decided to buy a new and improved disposal.
11:45am - McDonalds drive thru for lunch.
11:50am - Return home. Home to find brown wood trim around new white pantry door, white slider, and kitchen window. These were ordered to be "paint ready" for us to match the other linen white trim in the house. Discuss with installer. We have a lengthy conversation about if I really want white trim. Show installer other bedrooms with white trim around windows. Verify with friends & family that I wanted white trim. Notify installer I do indeed want the white trim that was ordered. Show installer the copy of the order that indicates WHITE trim! So, he has to sand down the kitchen window box and prime it. Now we have to wait for the "right" trim.
1:00pm - Security fit-it person arrives to fix alarm system. He spends time on the phone with the designer (who assured us their installer could re-hook up the alarm...but due to warranty told us this week they couldn't). Anyway, she has to pay out of pocket due to the error to fix our alarm.
3:30pm - Take Mason to speech.
5:30pm - Pick up Lauren from a play date.
7:30pm - Arrive home from parent's house (we had dinner there). Open garage door. Hit with "odor de feces" again. Look at crate Maggie is in. See diarrhea on the outside & inside of crate.
7:35pm - Hussle the kids to bed...explaining I have a major dog emergency to clean up.
7:50pm - With the dog leashed up to the deck, I start the crate-cleaning process. Picture this: I'm in a t-shirt; grubby sweat pants; green Costco rain boots. And, it's pouring! But, I'm hosing down the crate and using pine-sol to assist in the process. My next plan is to hose down the dog. Notice dog walking around in the "I have to poop" walk. I unleash the dog and she immediately runs over and has more diarrhea. Bloody diarrhea. Literally. Call the vet. Need to take her in & bring a sample. Call my mom. Gloved and gowned, I "retrieve" said sample.
8:15pm - Mom arrives. Maggie spurts out more bloody diarrhea. A lot of it. Go to the vet. Dressed in a wet shirt, wet pants and boots.
9:40pm - Arrive home with the dog. And, for only $368.80. Mind you, now my Vegas winnings are completely depleted! The x-ray was normal. They gave her injections of fluids to prevent dehydration. They gave her an injection of antibiotics. They sent us home with 2 different oral antibiotics and a special diet. The diagnosis: Hemorrhagic colitis. Stress induced. http://www.merckvetmanual.com/mvm/index.jsp?cfile=htm/bc/23311.htm
11:00pm - Go to bed. Exhausted. Broke. But, with a dog. And a torn up kitchen, (with only a microwave and toaster to use), with the wrong color molding! Did I forget to mention that Mark has been out of town all week too?????!!!!!!

1 comment:

Meghan said...

no wonder Maggie is stressed, what with the wrong molding, cabinets hung incorrectly, etc. ha ha ha!!
My vet bill - bigger than yours, and oh, we have 4 pills to give twice a day, and today I noticed George has been spitting them out after I give them to him!
AAAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!