Someone Needs a Time-Out

I think it’s me.

I have been totally whacked by allergies, and I’ve got a full cranky going. Definitely not in touch with my sunshiny self. But here, you get it all, folks, the good and the bad.

I went to bed at 7:45 last night. Yes, I was out before the kids. Of course, my alarm was set for 6, so no big deal, I could get an early start today, right? At least I’d be ahead of the game in the morning.

Um, no. For some reason I thought I’d slept through my alarm for the last four days. I mean, I can sleep through just about anything, but I really didn’t think Husband would also sleep through the alarm. He wakes up if someone sneezes three blocks away.

That I didn’t pick up on this as perhaps a problem with the alarm itself is a sign of how whacked I am by allergies.

Uh, the alarm was set for 6 P.M.

Then, this morning, after a restless, allergy-induced bad sleep, where I slept through the non-existent alarm, I decided to read a bit before I crawled out of bed to wait for the dishwasher repair guy. I started Rachel Gibson’s Not Another Bad Date and totally got sucked in! So that’s why post is late. I could not put the book down. It is that good.

The dishwasher repair guy showed up on the front end of the heinously large time window, so yay for that. The dishwasher needs a new pump. Something a little research had already revealed. I admit to being swayed by the shiny and the quiet in the store, but this is a common problem with this model, so it’s no big deal. And it’s still under warranty and not costing me anything. He also fixed the level, because our dishwasher was leaning a bit forward, so that will help, too. In the mean time, it’s only another 7-10 business days of hand-washing dishes. Woo-hoo.

Now, if the people who have had my car torn apart for nearly three weeks could be as quick. Grrrr. I’m so over this mini-SUV loaner thing.

I’ve also decided I am totally over the trying-to-be-a-pet-person thing. If everything with fur suddenly left my house for greener pastures, I’d be sooo okay with that. I’m tired of cat hair EVERYWHERE. Tired of the interspecies brawls. Tired of reminding the kids to do right by their animals. Tired of the smelly dog butt and the puke on my carpet.

Indy is the double-whammy because not only is there dander and fur, but she goes outside and runs through all the bushes and then happily trots back in with pollen all over her. Which she proceeds to rub all over the carpet in fits of glee. It’s especially charming on days like today: when everything is also wet with rain.

Oh, and the dog climbed onto my desk, knocked down a Writer’s Survival Kit I’d put together for a Novel in a Month exercise prize and ate the best chocolate in the box.

Because yeah, I was feeling like I wanted to rush her right to the vet just then. NOT.

Anyone want a dog? Or two insane indoor cats?