So I have one kid on a camping trip, one kid at work, and one getting ready to go swim. I may have seen the last of them for a few days because the two older will definitely be asleep when I leave at 7:30 a.m., which in teenaged terms is called "the buttcrack of dawn."
I'm looking forward to my trip, but I'm missing them already, even though one weeded a flower bed and left the dirt on the driveway, one left her bedroom a mess and one has just told me he is leaving to go swim at a friend's house right as I have dinner in the oven and a special cake that he loves just sitting on the counter. Guess they'll enjoy it tomorrow.
The good news is, Zoe is springing back to normal. Before I got out of bed this morning, I was praying I would not have to take her to the vet today. Actually, I couldn't decide whether to call the vet or Guinness World Records because she had gone about 36 hours without peeing. Anyway, she relieved herself and then loaded up her gun at the water hole again and again today. I'm sure she'll probably be a drawin' that water pistol again at sundown, amigos.
I decided, since I'm the main caretaker and I'll be gone for a while, to make her maintenance as easy as possible for the crew who will be filling in for me. Therefore, I cut her hair.
Yes, I bathed her and trimmed her allllll over today. It is quite something. Let's just say when you look at her, it makes you want to tilt your head to the left to even up her cut in a fun optical illusion sort of way. I can just imagine what my groomer will say when she sees her next: "What did Mommy do to you?" (Yeah, I've heard it before.)
So I've painted my toenails hot pink to match my outfits and scream "party!" I've bought three pairs of cheap sunglasses because I know I'll lose/crush them; I've left notes around the house for the kids about changing the hand towels in the bathrooms, the dog's meds, the leftovers, the chores, etc.
Gee, wonder why they're not sad to see me go?
Anyway, if I get a chance in the Peactree Towers, I'll check in with "Y'ALL" as they say in Georgia. I'm gonna come back talkin' like Paula Deen, y'all: "Bring it to a boll." Is that bowl or boil?