the little things.

ugh :(

dog days.

so this morning I awoke, on the right side of the bed. normally it’s the left. however this morning it’s littered with clothes from last night that i was attempting to put away. 7:30am. damn. meant to get up at 7 to finish cleaning.

i pull back my covers, sit up and my mouth drops.

i can’t even see the floor. it literally looked like it snowed inside my house. apparently oliver “killed” something. it was a raccoon, his favorite. he’d already gutted out the squeaker two days prior.

i manage to quickly at least clear my floor. one quick sweep beneath the bed before i start to get ready. the broom catches one of my favorite red leather patent shoes. the toe is missing, gone, chewed. thanks oliver.

i press start on my coffee maker, it brews as i throw my hair back, iron my scrubs and brush on cheap mascara. ready. i pour “can’t do without” black coffee into my favorite saint louis cardinals coffee thermos. i leash up oliver, grab my bag and head out the door. i turn from locking the door and oliver lunges forward with a burst of unexpected energy. leash and thermos in the same hand, i now have freshly poured black coffee splashed and burning my hands. thanks oliver.

i arrive at work. oliver still charging forward on the leash, he loves that place.

work is a whirl of basic comprehensive exams, nothing too challenging or anything that requires much thought.

one o’clock. done.

i have this never ending list of errands that i never seem to be able to quite catch up on.. it’s a nice day and oliver loves going places. i figure, may as well get some things done and let him tag along for the ride.

first, bed bath and beyond. black wicker hamper. check.

second, home depot. new light cover for my ceiling fan check. i realized i need a baby gate. check. i get to the check out, the cashier asks how old my child is. i smile and reply “he’s 14 months, would you like to see a picture?” the cashier nods. i pull out my phone and click on the backlight. a picture of oliver flashes on the screen. the cashier smiles and laughs “he’s cute”.

i’m walking to my car and thinking how excited i am that i can now leave my back door open and not worry about oliver getting out and running down the street like a race horse. mind you he is only 9 pounds…but fuck is he fast!

we’re driving home, oliver jumping from the front seat to the back seat to my lap, taking my attention off the road, causing me to get honked at a few times. ugh, oliver! he settles down as i let out a fierce “oliver! so sad!” he then quiets and lays down in the front seat.

halfway home. i realize i’ve only had black coffee and a grape fruit, i’m starving! i see a local smoothie drive thru and stop. i order. oliver jumps in my lap eagerly seeking the attention of the gal at the window, to the point where he is basically hanging out halfway. he would have fallen if i hadn’t been hanging on to him by his collar. another “awh, he’s so cute” is spoken. i thank her and on we go. oliver, you ladies man.

we get home. i discover i bought the wrong light cover. DAMN IT. i sigh, set it on the bed and head into my living room. i had an urge to write, so here i am writing. the back door is open, the baby gate up and the fresh air surging through my house. i guess oliver is pretty excited as he’s running around like a mad man. terrorizing the cats, destroying his toys. being adorable. i see him jump on my bed behind the mountain of clothes piled on it.

as i’m writing this, i see him launch himself into the air and land right behind the new wrong sized light cover. naturally, it rolls forward, off the bed and shatters. …really? OLIVER COME ON!!!! 

for some reason, i can’t help but laugh. the comic relief i find in my dog blows my mind.

love that little guy.