My Disfunctional Day
By: Bichon Barb
Hope everyone had a nice day yesterday. I am envious of
[color=339900]ibouncetoo[/color]. The thought of spending Easter with good friends at a restaurant and sitting by a pool sounded absolutely splended.
At 5:55 a.m., I woke from a dream that I had to go tinkle. I probably woke from this dream, because I actually did have to go.
So without my glasses, with eyes half closed, I tip-toed over to the bathroom, took care of business, and then climbed back into bed and attempted to fall back into deep slumber. My two little Easter bunnies had different ideas. They thought 5:55 a.m. is a totally acceptable time to get up and greeted me with doggy morning breath kisses.
Never mind--I was up for the day.
After coffee, the Sunday paper, searches for eggs and baskets, I got ready for church. I put on make up, dried my hair, and put my Sunday finest. This was all to no avail. PMS had taken over, and after all that work, I decided that I looked bloated, I was having a bad hair day, and my chin is disappearing into my neck.
Told the kids for the hundredth time to put their shoes on, and we ran out the door.
An hour later we arrived home to find foil wrappers all over the kitchen floor. Upon further inspection, we discovered that Beanie had jumped on the kitchen table and devoured one Cadbury Creme Egg, one marshmellow bunny, one caramel bunny, and numerous chocolate eggs.
Eric decided to have a full blown hissy fit, because Beanies breakfast had come from HIS basket. Nevermind mom's concern that Beanie weighs about 11 lbs. and could die from such a large consumption of chocoate. I quickly did the math and told Eric that it was about $3.00 work of Easter candy and asked him if he would like the candy replaced or the $3.00. He was glad to accept my offer of cash.
We loaded up the Subaru and headed off. At this point I must add that both dogs were invited to SIL's. She usually brings her 80 lb. beast when visiting us, so she was sure to invite Beanie and Otto. I told DH that if the dogs were coming, they were his responsibility. He heartily agreed. For 1 hour and 45 minutes, I had two dogs on my lap.
We got to SIL's and I explained what Beanie had done that morning. I told her that since it had happened over three hours ago, if she was going to puke, I think should would have done it by now. She then proceeded to SIL's kitchen and vomited a thick clear sugary goo all over the kitchen floor, which DBIL stepped in immediately. DBIL jumped through the house with one socked-foot up in the air cussing away.
We were off to a good start.
I brought Beanie outside and she proceeded to projectile vomit twice. It reminded me of the chocolate river in Neph's favorite movie.
After that was over, I explained to DH that I needed some medication, he agreed and poured each of us a glass of merlot. I had just sat down on the patio and taken a sip when we were advised to come in and eat.
So much for that.
Dinner discussion consisted of DSIL's right wing views and the usual Clinton bashing. (Yes, the woman has an obsessive hate for the Clinton family.) Now I know that what Bill Clinton did while in the White House was pretty stupid, but in general, I liked they guy. DSIL knows this and needs to bring up her distain for the Clintons whenever I am around.
Then of course the discussion turns to "The Passion" (which DBIL and I agreed we have no interest in seeing.) The other DSIL exclaims that the Pope had declared that the movie was very close to the real thing. I had to bite my tongue pretty hard to keep my mouth shut. I was dieing to ask her if the Pope had personally witnessed the event some 2000 years ago.
I'm sorry. My Easter report has gotten a bit long winded. Suffice to say that I did survive the remainder of the day. We were out of there by 4:00 p.m. Both dogs slept soundly on my lap the entire ride home.
Thank you for letting me vent.
I feel better.
all my bestest DIS buddies!
I can't believe he is going to school already and I have never been able to be a SAHM. 
We luv ya!
Oh, BTW, you said hard place. 
