I woke up this morning all excited about my Black Belt Test.
The day rapidly fell to shattered bits.
The boys were planning to go hunting for some mangy creature with their Grandpa. Coyotes, I think.
So, they were running around the house in camo clothes leaving a trail of distraction in their wake. Cereal and milk on the table, discarded clothes on the living room floor. And a puddle the size of Lake Michigan in the bathroom. The good news was that Nobody did it. Not a single person was responsible.
And the puppy was sick. Not a mild sick. Sort of a squealing-quivering-I'm -in-pain kind of sick. And there was excrement involved. Lots of excrement.
Mostly this was inhibiting my peaceful stretching and meditative last minute cramming for the test. I was rapidly growing annoyed.
My youngest ended up in tears, largely because of the pitiful sounds emanating from the puppy, but also largely resulting from the increasing frustration from his otherwise loving Mother. I was somewhat put upon, as you can perhaps imagine.
The fact that this dog was needing medical intervention was increasingly apparent. So, add financial concerns to my growing list of stress. Grandpa showed up to collect the boys for hunting right about the time I got off the phone with the 3rd animal hospital. This one could squeeze us in if we could get there right about 30 minutes before the start of my black belt test. And gosh, they sure hoped that this wasn't the worst case scenario, which would run me round about a thousand dollars. How thoughtful of them to be concerned.
So I cancelled the test. Mine, not the puppy's.
M' got to go hunting with his grandpa, and D' had to carry the puppy off to the money-grabbers. I mean, the Vet.
The greatest service rendered was that they traumatized that poor little fluff so she'll sleep off her pain. There were shots involved, and rectal thermometers, and a rather costly ointment.
I figure it cost me one third the price of the couch I want. Or the price of one really cute new outfit at the mall. Or the price of a U-Haul for a weekend. It was money I hated to spend.
It also cost me the test today.
But all is not lost.
My gracious Sifu is going to allow me to test on Monday. So, now that the puppy is sleeping, and I am peacefully blogging.
It could have been worse. Right?
2 comments:
Kelly, I am glad that you blog. You are such a great writer. Did you get my voice mail? I am assuming you didn't or I would have heard from you. I tried to call you around 8pm your time this evening and I didn't get through to a machine to leave a voice mail so I left one on your cell. There may be a place for you to here in Seattle that would fit your budget. Call me if you are interested! Tell M good job with the deer. Tell D I am proud of him for staying home and helping mom take care of the dog! I have been praying for you all! Love you! KiKi
Don't you just love how the stress builds and builds, and nothing is in our timing? You have had an exciting weekend there already!
Do I want to ask what M was going to do with a coyote if he got one???????
i have that mysterious child in my house as well, the one named "Not Me Poppa!". I keep counting noses and never can find that 5th child!
KiKi has a good idea as Seattle is a much larger community and must have more jobs. Even Portland it would seem like.
kjp
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