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It’s been a rough day.  To start the madness, I promised Buttercup we’d go to the pet store.  For us, going to the pet store is a blast.  She loves the animals - if they have puppies out to pet - God help the puppies.  It’s as fun as going to the zoo with half the hassle.  Anyway, we got ourselves dressed, primped, and ready to rock.  I turn the ignition and nothing happens.  My battery was dead as a doornail.  Poor girl didn’t understand this - and I had to tell her the car was broken.  Well, all you-know-what broke out:  she was upset, and I can dig it.  I’d promised her a trip to one of her favorite places.  I thought about finding some lunatic to give me a jump, but the street is mostly empty during the workday.

To get her back in the house, I promised her we would go in the backyard and ride her new tricycle.  We get upstairs, and I hear the whine of a chain saw.  A couple days ago, we had a hell of a wind storm.  The neighbor’s tree had lost a lot of branches, some very large and still suspended in the tree.  So, the tree guys were there doing their thing in a cherry-picker.  So, we couldn’t go in the backyard.  Gladys, our cocker spaniel, would have been barking like a satanic fiend, and I really had my doubts about the proximity of the tree to our yard and the somewhat questionable looking gentlemen wielding chain saws.  So, I took her to the window and showed her the men at work.  I explained they were fixing the tree.  She looks at me and says, “Mommy, why car broken?  Why tree broken?  Oh, no, Mommy!  Daddy come home and fix.”  By this point, we had three emotional catastrophes:  the car, the tree, and now, she wanted Daddy home right now.  Oh, the emotional epic that followed this little sequence of events was on soap opera level.  She was not having it.  I eventually calmed her down by drawing pictures of our crazy day to show Daddy.  It sorted things out and helped her process what was happening, and it gave her something to show Daddy when he came home.  So, it all worked out, but it’s just another wild day around here.

To make matters more interesting:  that wicked squirrel is still haunting me.  I haven’t heard him or seen him, but animal control is MIA until Monday because of the holiday.  On the bright side, I’m thinking karma may be at play here.  The branches that the neighbor’s tree lost might have been helping the little pisser climb onto my roof.  I really felt like opening the window and calling out to the men at work, “If you see a squirrel while you’re up there, I really wouldn’t miss him…”  Here’s hoping those chain saws scared him away…

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