It’s been a morning.
Who is up for the ride? Read at your own risk. There is plenty of drama, but no NSFW so no worries… ha.
Tuesday morning means a drive to the high school with the teenager (every other day).
So we’re ready to leave at 8:05 am and I ask the standard questions. He said yes to everything except, he didn’t have a mask.
“Where are the three you use?” I asked.
They were in the red basket. (We have a red basket (dirty) and a green one (clean) to keep the masks organized and not contaminating each other).
The whole family looked at me.
“Ok, I didn’t realize it was my responsibility to wash masks,” I said and took the quick-dry one out, washed it in the sink, and used the hair dryer to dry it so my kid had a comfortable mask to wear instead of a disposable one.
(Expecting trophy, award and prize. Thanks.)
Then we left, the boy and I.
On the way, a song came on that I love, by Doug and the Slugs. It’s called:
Day by day by day by day. 🙂
Drop off went relatively smoothly – my son has to join a lineup (which was HUGE) and gets checked for health at the door via an app blah blah blah, but once’s out of my car he’s on his own. I just have to remember to pick him up later. (Note to self, pick up your teenager.)
By the time I got back home, I was really looking forward to a peaceful cup of coffee.
All hell broke loose.
Because of course it did.
First, the dog wasn’t home. I thought he was out for his morning walk, but then I noticed my partner stomping around the house looking for paper towels.
“He rolled in shit,” he announced and went back outside clutching the paper towels and some baby wipes.
“What kind, his own?” I asked.
Negative. He thought it may have been racoon poop.
My daughter, who was sitting at her at-home school desk waiting for a teacher to show up for her virtual school lesson, jumped into action.
“We have pet shampoo, I’ll run him a bath!” she exclaimed.
I looked at the coffee pot keeping warm on the stove and longed for a decent, quiet cup in front of WP reader for a half hour, before launching into my stuff.
But instead I took my phone and snapped some pictures. 🙄
While the puppy was being bathed, I poured coffee. Less than a quarter cup left, and it was cold. Blah.
Of course the puppy wasn’t particularly impressed by the wet turn of events and after he was dried off, he whined in his penalty box (hallway with the baby gate preventing him from having the run of the house).
Somehow he settled down after a while.
My daughter went back to her laptop to check what the status was with her virtual school which was to begin today. She was able to log on, but that was about it. They had reset the passwords, but sent the info out last night around 9 pm.
Better late than never, right?
She tested it then, and it worked. She got in but there was no welcome message (they told us to expect one if her class had a teacher assigned).
I told my child to leave it till tomorrow and we’ll figure it out in the morning.
I have no idea what grade 8 will look like for her this year. It’s now 10:30 am and she’s looking at a powerpoint presentation. She has no teacher, no name, and no idea what to expect. And neither do I.
All we can do is listen to Doug and the slugs, and take it day by day by day by day.
Tuesday, you’re on notice. I hope the rest of the day goes by smoother…