Mandy and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day

(So maybe the title is blowing things a wee bit out of proportion, but what fun is it to NOT overreact? And it just makes the post seem so much more interesting!)

The day in question in Saturday. I mean, Saturdays are supposed to be these beautiful days of relaxation, full of sunshine and pancakes, fun and frolicking. Saturdays are supposed to be like an energetic dance number in a musical, when people just burst into song and happily leap around, right? I mean, aren’t all of your Saturdays like that?

Yeah, mine aren’t. Particularly this last one. Let’s begin by saying that by Friday afternoon, I was really tired and in a really bad mood. I got mad at Sonic of all places. SONIC! I just wanted to go home, burrow under my covers and not wake up for about 17 hours. For real.

Didn’t happen. My dog woke me up three times during the night, remarkably living up to the phrase “sick as a dog.” It was an issue we’ve dealt with before, but that doesn’t make barfing dogs any more fun. Muffin needed to go to the vet, but I couldn’t go right then. To make matters worse, I knew I had an Upward game to be at in the morning and it was Upward picture day, meaning I had to be there one hour early and I had to look halfway photogenic. And I felt anything but. To just add drama to the day, my schedule said that we had a game at 9 a.m., meaning I needed to be there at 8 a.m. So I got up early, got dressed, and headed that way. But in the back of my mind, I kept thinking that this wasn’t right. It seemed like I had overheard my head coach telling the mothers that she had changed the time of the game we were cheering on picture day. But she hadn’t told me and I had asked her for an updated schedule on Thursday night. So, I called her. And I didn’t have to be there until 11:30 a.m. Good times. It’s not that hard to update people on these things, but it’s in the past and we’ll move on from there.

So, starving and a little exasperated, I decided to grab something to eat (breakfast burritos, which I love no matter what you think), go home, do some housework, and keep my dog under close observation. Right before I had to leave for the game, it became clear that a visit to the vet was in order. I called to try to get an appointment or meds without having to take her in, but they advised me to come in as a walk-in. So I locked her in kitchen prison, went to the game, smiled for my pictures, helped the girls cheer at the game (which is interesting since most of them seem to have no clue that the cheering is FOR the teams that are playing. I think the girls think the whole show is all about them.). After awarding the stars (an Upward thing), I hurried home, grabbed Muffin, and headed to the vet. Where I sat from 2:15 p.m. until 4:15 p.m. before being called back. Then there was blood work and tests and subcutaneous fluids and an electrolyte issue. In the end, Muffin came home with directions for a very bland diet, an embargo on table scraps, antibiotics, some medicine I have to squirt in her mouth, special digestive system food, and a directive to give her Pepcid at night.

It was after 5 p.m. I hadn’t eaten since around 8:30 a.m. I was tired. I was hungry. I was a wee bit stressed out.

So I went home, made myself a really good, homemade steak dinner (complete with the Pioneer Woman’s blue cheese grilled onion sauce which I had my doubts about, but OH MY WORD is it delicious!) and watched the second half of the Mizzou-Nebraska game on ESPN 360. Then, I talked about blogging with a friend for awhile and settled in to watch the Duke-Clemson basketball game on ESPN. In my jammies. In bed. Because I hadn’t gotten much sleep with the sick dog the night before and felt that I needed to relax or very bad things were going to happen. Like uncontrollable crying. Yelling at people who didn’t deserve it. Thinking about all the things in my life I could worry about and then doing so.

One moment, I was watching the game, the next I was waking up on Sunday morning. Which was a better day.

Muffin seems to be feeling better, though she’s not 100 percent. The Saturday night dinner leftovers are still good. Mizzou and Kansas face off tonight in Phog Allen Fieldhouse.

Life. just. got. interesting.

(P.S. I am wearing a Mizzou sweater today. I have a Mizzou T-shirt packed for my workout at the gym, and will be watching the game at 8 p.m. Unless you want to talk about the game, you should probably hold all calls during the 8-10 p.m. window. I’m just saying.)