The Day Only Counts If I Do What I Want

Over on Delia's blog, she has a category called "Paralyzingly Boring Introspection." I love that title. I don't classify my posts, because I would only have three selections: "Wasting Time When I Should Be Writing," "Damn Those Kids and Their Penises," or "I Am Fucking Busy, and I Can't Get Anything Done!"

Today would be Category Three. I did actually get a few things accomplished, but it just doesn't feel like it. I spent the morning supervising the dogs, as they tried to establish a relationship. The main problem seems to be that Leo isn't sure how to be an alpha dog, and Cobie refuses to interpret his attempts at dominance as anything other than play-acting. Apparently, miscommunication between the sexes is not limited to humans.

Erin finally had the brilliant idea to kennel Cobie, right at the moment it seemed Leo might rip off her nose. We still have a crate from the failed dog adoption, so we coaxed Cobie inside. She promptly fell asleep for two hours. We decided she is like a toddler, who gets so worked up and over-tired, she can't stop her bad behavior. The time-out worked nicely for both canines, so we employed it a few more times throughout the day. And now, they seem to be less agitated with one another.

After declaring doggie detente, Erin and I took Five, home sick for the day, on the shopping loop-Costco, Walmart, pharmacy, and Fed-Ex for flavor. Then Five had to go lay down. He's battling a virus/allergies/slight fever. Judging by the dark circles and pink cheeks, I think he'll be with me again tomorrow.

After Four came home from school, we left the little boys with Two so Erin could go to Macy's to buy a few things for a fancy party she must attend. No sooner had she stepped into the fitting room than my phone rang. Two forgot he had play practice. I left Erin at the store, and went home to get Two. I made Four change into his Tae Kwon Do uniform and come with us. We dropped Two at the high school, went and got Erin, and brought Four to Tae Kwon Do. He wanted his Aunt to watch him, so we stayed for stretching, blocks and kicks. His flexibility was very impressive! We left him in class, ran down the plaza to order a pizza, and ducked into the supermarket to get those few things I can't get at Costco, Walmart, the pharmacy, or, you know, Fed-Ex. As we left, I told Erin we had visited almost every single store I ever frequent, all in the span of five hours!

Four's TKD class didn't end well. He was sitting angrily on the floor, and the Master asked to speak with him. He wouldn't tell me what happened, and I didn't pester. Maybe tomorrow. We went home, fed everyone pizza, and I started this post. Erin cleaned the kitchen, because she's awesome. At eight o'clock, I retrieved Three from his play practice and deposited him at home, before leaving for the high school to collect Two from his chorus rehearsal. They each have upcoming performances.

Finally back home, I settled in at the kitchen table to help Two finish a research paper. It is already a day late, so his grade will suffer. But it's done, and now, so is this post. Six hours after I began writing it. See what I mean? I was fucking busy, and I didn't get anything done.

Perhaps from now on, I will just shorten this category to "Irrational Whining."