Momnesia

Morning From Hell

"You got a minute?" Scott asked me on the phone. Never a good sign.

When I left this morning, all was right with the world. Emmie was eating her yogurt and her clothes were lain out; the dog was fed and watered; laundry was tumbling dry; dishes were washing; and DINNER was prepped, for crying out loud.

But just after I left, all hell broke loose.
Scott went to take Scrabble for his morning constitutional.
"And then I heard a screaming sound," he said. A screaming sound? Like a ticking sound? How do you spell repetition? Anyway...
"I see that Peanut [the cat from upstairs] has a squirrel in his mouth," he said.

So he puts the dog back in the house and rescues the squirrel. He checks on the baby. Still munching her blueberry yogurt and watching "Dragon Tales."
So he puts the squirrel in a box in the house and retrieves Scrabble.
Peanut is stalking the back door, growling and making as though he could eat his way through the door.
Scrabble finishes his business.
Scott goes back inside, retrieves the squirrel from the box, and sees that the squirrel will need some medical attention.
So he puts the squirrel back in the box, all comfy-like, and goes to get Emmie ready.
"I habba yogur on de bootie!" Emmie shrieks.
Oh, yes, she did. Because she had dumped the entire container on her head. It trickled down her back, arms and stomach, and into her pants. She laughed like it was the funniest thing that had ever happened to her.
So then Scott had to give Emmie a bath and get her dressed, pull Scrabble away from the squirrel numerous times, get them all out the door and into the car - except Scrabble. He took the squirrel to the vet, and Emmie to the bank to pull out her tuition and then to day care.

The day's kind of a wash already.