Due to a series of unfortunate events, I will be arriving around 9:30am this morning. If you’d like a full explanation, continue reading.

Comet, my puppy, needed routine surgery this morning; drop-off at 7am.

On the way the kids tell me, it would have been better to drop my daughter off at school first. But too late for that.

Comet sometimes gets car sick. We forgot a bag. As we pulled into the Vet parking lot, she had her moment. I ran into the Vet’s office and instructed the kids to clean-up the mess.  They argued as to who would do it. I told them (I think I may have screamed), just get it done.

I told the receptionist I had to make a train. She seemed sympathetic but I still had paperwork to fill out and a hefty deposit to leave. And she wanted me to get Comet on the scale – isn’t that their job?! Anyway, I wrestled my 7-month old Golden Retriever onto the scale – 49 pounds already.

Receptionist called back for vet assistant to take Comet. A few minutes pass – maybe it was only one but felt like a few- no assistant.

Kids walk in – “We have nothing to clean up her vomit.”  This after at least 5 minutes of me filling out paperwork, paying, weighing, and keeping Comet from dragging me to play with an Aussie Shepard that walked in. I believe I lost it. Wouldn’t you?  I said things like, you kids are smart, how could you not figure this out.

Lady with the Aussie Shepard broke a smile. I couldn’t tell if she was laughing at me or understood exactly how I felt. But I really didn’t care.

Receptionist ran in the back room – I guess my distress was noticeable.  She came out with paper towels and cleaning spray. I must have said a few choice phrases when I handed my kids the cleaning stuff. You should know said “kids” are 20 and almost 13. 

Receptionist calls back again: “Comet is here and her owner needs to make a train”

Assistant finally appears. She’s walking/working too slow for the handoff – every minute counts to catch my train – but I hold back my need to bark at her – after all she wasn’t one of my kids.

I return to the car and the cleanup complete, the kids are arguing over who was going to throw out the messy towels. I just stared them down and they figured it out.

We proceeded to drive to my daughter’s school, but guess what- construction on the main road leading to her school.  What town allows construction to start before 8am?? 

I finally drop off my daughter. She must have felt bad for me, because she said “goodbye” – she usually grunts when I drop her off. Seriously.

Took 10 minutes to get out of the school parking lot, all those empty buses making a left when I have to make a right.