I live at the circus

I really wonder if other people have to endure the craziness that we do.

On Friday, we were late getting out the door to school. Then TT knocked over her bicycle and was completely incapable of picking it up. I couldn't get to it because the car door was open and blocking the way. So I started screaming,"Get in the car! Get in the car! Get in the Car!" So that she would get in the car and close the door so that I could pick up the bicycle--because it was 5 minutes before the tardy bell rings at school. I picked up the bike, threw myself into the car and started backing out only to see the neighbor setting out the trash. I yelled back to the kids, "great, now the neighbors think I'm nuts." I am certain the neighbor heard this because he looked up and smiled at me.

On Saturday we all dragged our butts out of bed to make PS's 9:00 soccer game on a dreary rainy Saturday morning. I had received an email from the coach the night before, confirming the time, and had checked the league website about 500 times to make sure that it wasn't canceled because of the rain. We got to the soccer fields at 9:00 on the dot, only to find that the email I had received was from last season's coach (whose team we aren't on anymore) and PS's game was actually at 2:00. And of course her new friend was with us, who found it all very amusing.

On Sunday we spontaneously decided to put a new floor in the dining room. Yes, 2 weeks after I had a ginormous antique piano delivered by two burly men. DH and I are not the equivalent of 2 burly men and looked more than a little ridiculous trying to move a ginormous piano. I now have half a dining room floor and bare concrete on the other half. Hopefully I will have the other half of the floor by end of next weekend.

Tonight DH ran out to the car to get something. On his way back in, Bob rushed past him through the garage and dove under the closing garage door that was still a foot off the ground. The garage door bounced off Bob and started going back up, but it didn't stop Bob from escaping.

DH and PS then dove under the garage door after Bob. I grabbed the leash and the car keys, and also took off. We've been through this before. Bob escapes at every opportunity. Yet getting him to go to the backyard to pee is a major undertaking. Apparently we need training. Anyway, he will not return once he escapes--except to the car, because he likes to ride in the car. And he runs so far that's is nice to have someone to haul everyone back once he is captured.

So it is late dusk when Bob takes off. And by the time I got the car down the alley, I couldn't find DH, PS or Bob anywhere. I circled the neighborhood for 20 minutes with no luck. Finally headed back home in case I missed them. Nope. Grabbed my phone, and called DH who tells me that they have spotted Bob, but haven't captured him. And he is very close to the highway in a semi-wooded area.

I headed that way and hopped the curb with the Suburban. It quickly became clear that I was not going to be able to get past the trees to where DH and Bob are, so I put her in reverse. But it has been raining for 3 days and I had no traction and the suburban was stuck. 10 minutes later I managed to maneuver my way out of the grass and head the other way toward DH and Bob. Finally, DH captured Bob, but they were right in the middle of the wooded area, with a long walk back to the road.

I again hopped the curb to try to meet DH. But there was a little hill, still no traction, and I immediately started sliding backward. Which was probably a good thing, or I probably would have been stuck again. Waited for DH, PS and Bob and finally loaded up and finally made back home at 8:30.

Now, every time Bob sits still for more than 10 seconds, someone yells, "hey Bob!" Because Bob has recently had his heartworm treatment and isn't supposed to be active at all for 30 days. Hopefully, the damn dog hasn't gone and killed himself.