When you have days where absolutely everything goes wrong, all you can really do is laugh about it. Today I needed to go to Target to get a gift for my niece's birthday. In addition to this, Eddie and I were going to switch out cars because he needed to put D-rings on the bumper of my car so he can strap his canoe to it. Ed's idea (and it was a good one) was for me to bring him a sandwich and the D-rings while I was out so he could quickly eat and work on my jeep during lunch. Good plan, right? Wrong.
First, I couldn't find the D-rings. If you know Ed, lost items are very commonplace, so I didn't hold out much hope that I would find them. However, I had a brainstorm and realized that perhaps he had them by the ratchet straps he'd purchased to secure said canoe to the jeep. Lo and behold, there they were! So I made two sandwiches, stuck a string cheese in a bag along with the D-rings and readied myself and Teddy to go to Target.
I went to the Target on Battleground specifically because it was closer to Ed's work. I pulled into the parking lot and realized... I left the bag of supplies on the counter at home. I shook my head and thought, 'This trip was doomed from the start...' Little did I know it wasn't over.
Finally in Target, I tried to find a dry cart to stick the little bear in whilst shopping because he's getting heavy. No dry carts to be found, so I carried him to the accessories department thinking, 'I'm just getting one thing... I can lug him around.' That is until I smelled it. The dreaded surprise in his diaper. I was 80% certain I had diapers in the car, but 100% certain there were no wipes. I went back prepared to beg someone for a dry cart but thankfully it didn't come to that. A man was leaving with one bag and kindly gave me his cart.
I rushed deep into the store to find the infant/toddler section, grabbed diapers (wasn't willing to risk the 80% chance) and wipes, then headed over to the junior's section to pick out something for my niece (I wasn't leaving without the main reason I went). While perusing the cardigans, I looked over to see the little bear turned around backwards, standing and leaning into the cart to reach my purse. I panicked with thoughts of him tumbling head first into the cart, I spun him around and sat him down only to have him try it again. I tightened the straps so that I wasn't completely sure he could take a deep breath, but at least he wouldn't stand up!
I finally purchased my items and headed into the bathroom with the shopping cart. I wedged it against the wall and started to pull down the koala care changing station when the little bear started crying, For a moment I thought he was crying at the idea of getting his diaper changed, but how could he know that was what was happening since he'd been changed on one approximately once in his life? Then I realized that his little finger was pinched between the cart and the wall, and I. Felt. Horrible.
Once he was consoled and changed we dejectedly headed home. I called Ed to tell him just to come home, it was all for naught. But on the bright side, his lunch was already made so he didn't have to do that when he got home... right? WROOOOOOOOOOOOONG. I walked in the door and greeted Bailey, known surfer of counters. I saw a string cheese on the floor still in it's wrapper. I thought, 'Huh. Weird. WAIT.' The bag with Ed's lunch and the D-rings was on the floor and Bailey had devoured both sandwiches. She left the D-rings untouched and I presume, given enough time, she would have gotten the string cheese open through sheer force of will even though she doesn't have thumbs.
I was so flabbergasted that this day had been so ridiculous and so furious with Bailey even though I share some of the blame. Bailey is in bed right now, and I'm not sure when she'll be able to come out without me placing an ad on Craigslist for a free goldendoodle.
It was such a comedy of errors, all you can do is laugh...
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