This is the most fucked up weekend ritual ever

You know, I don't think it's too much to ask to be able to make plans for a day and be able to follow through with them.  It's not like I wanted to take a road trip to Disney for the weekend, I wanted to go to Lowe's.  Is that a completely unreasonable request?

I woke up at 7:30 this morning and got the kids ready to go.  Everything was great except for the fact that the fucking dog hates to go outside so he hid under the bed.  And he's been there since.  So while I'm waiting for him to decide to grace us with his presence, I feed the kids and sit down to get some very important social networking done.

Now, it's 9:15 and the dog has been under the bed for over an hour and a half and I'm still waiting.  He did come out for a brief second but of course as soon as I stood up from where I was sitting, he bolted back under the bed again.  So why not just chase him out?  Because he hasn't been outside since last night so if he gets scared he's going to piss all over my bedroom.  So we wait.  And wait.  Maybe he'll come out before lunch time.  Except now The Diva is taking her morning nap so even if he comes out before then, I still can't go anywhere.

We do this every weekend.  This is so fucking ridiculous.

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  1. That used to be my ritual too! Whaddya know?
    And then I said screw the dog, and got rid of her. Now I occasionally need to wait on a sleeping toddler, but that's about it!

  2. I'd say, don't let the dog in the bedroom after you've gotten up...even if Kevin is still sleeping. Close the door behind you. That way he has no way of getting under the bed. My dog is under the bed because he knows I'm getting ready to go out to do laundry. He hates when I leave, but I grab him gently by the tail and pull him out from under the bed. No mess here....:o/

    Good luck Kelly!

  3. Get a dog that doesn't fit under the bed. ;o)

  4. I feel your pain honey. We have four dogs so as I am getting the crazy onbe out of the house, the other three come back in and then I get them out so the crazy one comes back in. Do you think anyone else in the house will help me...Hell to the NO!


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