Rick's Personal Blog
2002-03-10 - 11:56 p.m.
It seems that this diary has been lagging somewhat. Mostly because nothing much of any significance has been going on, and I refuse to drone on about things just for the sake of writing. So I have chosen to document things as they happen, or to rant when I get inspired.
But… today was quite possibly the worst day I have ever had. Let me clarify… I have had worse days… but this was one of those days where nothing went right at all.
It all started the night before. No.2 came home from his cousins’ house running a 102 fever. We decided it would be best for him to stay home from church this morning. Cheryl told me that she was going to church, and we were actually both excited because there was a special speaker there today. His name is David Ring and he is a very special person because he suffers from cerebral palsy, and has managed to do what many would consider impossible with his circumstances in life.
So I wake up, and Cheryl announces to me that she "really" needs to stay home with her sick boy. This was all well and good; if she was going to be doing more than sleeping the whole time. So she bombed out on me, and a fight ensued when I got home because she thought I was mad at her, which I was a little, but no where near the extent that she thought. It was stressful, but we got it all straightened out.
So No. 3 had a piano recital at 2pm, and I didn’t get to go to it because I had to take No.2 to Urgent care. We thought he might have Strep throat because No.3 had it earlier this week. This is the funny thing about Urgent Care; it’s not urgent at all. We waited about 3 hours before we were ever seen. I actually fell asleep in the waiting room. I never fall asleep anywhere. His test came back negative, but it was the quick culture, and those are not always right, so they gave him some prescription cough medicine, and took the 48 hour culture, so we will find out on Tuesday.
After that I went up to Pets Mart to get pet transport boxes for Little Guy and Big Guy. (Those are the two black cats). They are losing their manhood tomorrow. Finally, we are getting them neutered.
Cheryl has a friend who is a Vet. She runs a practice outside of Cincinnati. Her mother lives about 15 miles from us. She tells us to drop the cats off at her mom’s house, and she will pick them up tonight. So at 8pm, I load both cats into the boxes, put them in the back seat, and No.3 and I head down to drop them off. No.3 sits in the back seat with them to make sure they are okay.
She sat there playing her game boy, when all of a sudden Big Guy busts’ out of the box desperately trying to get free. He does this not through the top as the box is designed, but through the side. No.3 gets a hold of him, and hangs on to him for dear life. In hindsight, this was not a good idea. She held him in her lap, and he very effectively climbs down her leg trying to crawl under the front seat.
Then… the car filled with the most awful smell. No.3 says, "Dad, do you smell poop?" I turned on the light, and sure enough, he pooped, all over her leg, and the carpet, and the seat. She let go of him, and he climbed up on the backdash of the car.
Then… the smell got…different. It was a lovely mix of poop, and urine. Yes… our wonderful cats pooped and sprayed inside the car. Little Guy was dropping bombs of his own inside his box. It leaked out and all over the seat. All of this while traveling at 70 MPH down I-675 in Warm and Cheerful Centerville Ohio.
We were dying. Add this to the frustration of trying to find a house in the dark that you have never been to before.
Finally, we arrived. Cheryl had a pair of jeans in the trunk, and the vet’s mom let us clean up after we explained our little disaster.
We drove home with the windows down with the heat blasting in 20 degree weather.
What fun!
I then had to scrub the mess out of the back seat. That was absolutely glorious. You see, it wasn’t the run of the mill hard poop they fill the cat box with; no-no-no, it was the lovely runny stuff that lies flat like a pancake. Amazingly enough, I did get rid of the nasty smell.
You know, I think they knew what was going on, and they were getting even. Little bastards.
So I went to go do my homework… and I lost my book, and everything I needed was inside of it. And it is due tomorrow.
All of this… in one day.
Who da thunk it?
Later,
Rick
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