After two absolutely amazing days in Pasadena (more about that later), karma has caught up with me and I had the day. from. hell. Seriously, the only thing keeping me together today is sheer willpower. It all started last night, Teddy and I were taking the red eye back from LAX. I was worried about him being hungry and he wouldn’t eat his dinner, so I gave him a bunch of treats. That was quite possibly the biggest mistake I’ve ever made in my life.
Our plane landed at 7:20am and when I got Teddy’s carrier out from under the seat in front of me I noticed that he had thrown up. O-kay. He’s never done that before, and he’s flown a lot. So I stopped in the bathroom and cleaned him up as best I could before heading back to the car. When I took him out to put him in the car, I saw that he had thrown up again. And then I smelled something. Something that didn’t smell like vomit. Teddy Bear’s bum was COVERED in poo. And now it was on my sweater too. There was nothing I could do in the Long Term B parking lot at BWI, so I put Teddy in his car seat, shoved my sweater in his carrying bag, and headed for home.
The trip home should take about an hour, but it ended up take TWO HOURS because of the massive traffic caused by a street festival in Frederick. Along the way, a truck in front of me kicked up a rock and cracked my windshield. Excellent.
So we finally get home, and I take Teddy straight out to the balcony to assess the situation. Oh, it was bad. So, so bad. I ended up giving him a horrible haircut that took most of that adorable fluff off of his butt. Then he went into the bath, and back out onto the balcony to dry off.
At this point I stopped to do what any independent, strong woman would do. I called my Daddy to whine.
In the meantime, I went out to the car to get his carrier and carseat, which both went out on the balcony, where they remain. I’ll deal with them tomorrow. Right after I call someone to fix my windshield.
By the time I had cleaned up the Bear, it was 10:30. At this point I had been awake since 6am LA time the previous day. It was time for a nap. Oh, except at some point – I swear I don’t know how or when – Teddy had gotten on the bed and gotten poo on my quilt. So that went straight into the washing machine. I wasn’t about to stay up until it was finished, so I grabbed a throw from the couch and crawled into bed. After my nap I got to go back to my old apartment and scrub it top to bottom. Because after a horrendous morning, there’s nothing better than scrubbing grout and cleaning baseboards. Oh yeah, and then I realized that I hadn’t eaten in more than 24 hours. I don’t think it’s normal to just forget to eat for that long…
You’ll notice that there are no pictures with this post. You’re welcome.