Some days just aren’t a win.
I took the day off today to hang out with the girls, as our babysitter had some things she needed to do today.
The dog needed shots etc… and today was a good enough day for it.
When I told the kids it was time to go and that we were in a hurry, Caroline changed clothes TWICE from the perfectly acceptable outfit she had on.
Claire put on three different pairs of church shoes, after I requested flip flops or boots anything that can get dirty.
I was hollaring before we even left the house. The usual Get Dressed! Where are your SHOES?! Please stop locking the car door so your sister can get in! BUCKLE YOUR SEAT BELT!
When we arrived, the dog jumped out of the car nicely instead of requiring me to lift him down. I thought my luck must be turning.
I was trying to get the silly dog calm in the waiting room while the kids giggled and bounced on the seats. They squabbled and poked at the dog making him get up and dance too.
Sit King! Girls SIT DOWN. Girls quit taking to King!! King SIT!
The people at the waiting room were amused. One lady offered her thoughts that neither kids nor dog were listening to me.
I didn’t think it was unkind…..because she wasn’t wrong.
Once the vet called us back, it was more of the same – though the kids were both on the floor at one point laying on their backs beside the dog. But the dog at least was halfway listening. So that was an improvement.
I briefly considered leaving the kids to clean cages and just taking the dog. But I figured they might charge me board on them and decided against it.
Once we got home we took time and thoroughly brushed the dog and got gigantic amounts of hair off him (undercoat) and gave him a bath.
Because it was hot, we were sweaty and the hair stuck to us. After the dog bath, the kids needed a kid bath before their lunch and nap.
Now yesterday morning I asked Claire to pick up the clothes she threw on her closet floor. She had been procrastinating and dawdling for 36 hours at this point.
After nap today I insisted. And she resisted.
Finally after piddling around for 3 hours she began to pick up one piece of clothing At. A. Time. And ssslloowwwwly looked over each one.
Skips down the hall singing.
“Mama? This a size 5? ” While holding up a shirt. (The kid can read numbers just fine)
Me: Yes Claire. It is a 5.
Claire: giggles. “Are you surrrreeee???”
She then scurried off and deliberately hung that item on the hanger, only to repeat the process with the next thing she picked up.
That is how my day went. All day. When they weren’t balking at helping me they were fighting with each other. It seemed like one of them was screaming and the other crying all day. And if it wasn’t screaming/crying it was plotting and racious laughter.
At the table over dinner tonight I was trying to explain it to Lynn.
He wasn’t getting it. Until Claire piped up “Yeah. Sissy tried to put dog poop on my shirt today”
WHAT? His eyes were big – she had Lynn’s attention now.
Mischievous Claire went on to describe a backyard stick fight (while I was inside the house vacuuming) that turned gross when they stuck their fighting sticks in…you guessed it. Fresh stinky dog poop. Caroline tossed in details from the other room.
The combination of their shameless description with Lynn’s horrified face was too much for my tired nerves. I laughed uncontrollably until I cried and couldn’t breathe.
Finally. He got it. The kids were mean today.
They got baths with soap, and have been turned over to their Daddy for tucking in tonight while I take a break.