It's been one of those days. We recently got a puppy (that's a whole other story). I took her out to do her thing this morning, and of course she decides to sprint across the cul-de-sac to do her business in the neighbor's yard. I ran after her in my pajamas and robe trying to get her before she drops her load, but I was too late. So, I run home, grab a baggie to pick it up (because I'm a nice neighbor like that), and return to the steaming pile only to notice it's topped with a few disgusting worms. I thought I might barf from total disgust, but I was too busy freaking out that the damn dog has worms! We JUST took her to the vet five days ago! UGH!
So, I save the bag of crap, get 2/3 of the kids off to school, get dressed, load the third kid and her stuff into the car, grab the bag o' worms-n-poo and head to the vet. As I drive I seriously wonder why they can't make those dog poop bags prevent smell like those baby diaper disposal bags. I'm also noting that this is the first time I've driven with a bag of shit nestled carefully in the front seat. Why did we get a dog? I don't know.
The receptionist at the vet confirms it's tapeworm, and to come back in an hour to pick up meds. Perfect. So, I take my daughter to pre-k, and walk in to a bunch of super cute toddlers done up with nice clothes and beautiful bows. PICTURE DAY! Oh no! I totally forgot and let her pick out clothes and due to the 'crappy' circumstances of the morning, I didn't even comb her hair. I also probably didn't even wash her face. I didn't even look, so who knows. Oh well. Surely she won't be the only disheveled toddler there. I didn't have time to worry so I just left and hope her darling smile saves the picture.
I get the dog medicine, which is two pills for the parasites and 1 pill for the fleas since that's how dogs get tapeworm. I first decide to give a quick bath since at closer look I see a few fleas. That was mostly fine, but she did not like it, of course, and in an effort to get away from the water got me soaking wet. Whatever. It's Texas so I'll dry in a hurry if I stand outside for a minute. Then I move on to trying to give her the pills. I stuck them in bread. That didn't work, and so I just resorted to trying to shove them down her throat. She didn't like that either, and I couldn't shove them far enough down so she spit them out. But, now they are slimy and in chunks. I put my slimy texture issues aside, grabbed them and repeated the procedure. They eventually all made it down, but by then I was sweaty, wet from the bath and covered in slobber. No time to waste, though, and I had to get to washing all her bedding and blankets.
She was tired from that, but then the nurse called from school and my son had some kind of issue where the sun don't shine. I thought jock itch, but after a visit to the doctor, it turned out to be bug bits of some sort. SERIOUSLY?? The mosquitoes here are out of control - my daughter looks like she has the chicken pox because she is covered in at least 40 bites, and now this? And, why does it all have to happen on the same day? I sent him back to school after a dose of allergy meds and returned home to finish the dog business. The parasite medicine started working on the way to the bus stop as the vet said it would - flushing out the intestines. Gross is an understatement. And of course I had to pick it up because I couldn't just leave that in the neighbor's yard.
After I finally washed everything and got it put back, the dog decided to barf all over her clean bed. I kinda felt bad for her because she probably feels bad, but I just worried that she barfed up her medicine. There was no way of knowing, and since I pretty much reached my animal bodily fluid tolerance for the day there was no way I was going to even touch that with a ten foot pole. I just threw it away. Thank God for Burlington Coat factory and their $10 dog beds.
Throw in a husband working late, homework, grumpy kids and some fighting kids, and you've got a real winner of a Monday. Thank God for a glass of wine and that tomorrow is a new day.