I didn't sleep much last night since Trey didn't sleep much and then I coudn't go back to sleep after he finally did. Not a great start to the day. I let Kanobi out, forgot about her, (we have to watch her because she's been leaving the yard and going down the road.) About an hour later she barks in a strange higher pitch bark that I knew meant that she had been getting into trouble. She was at the door, wet and she stunk. She'd been into the nasty pond in the woods next door. BAD DOG!!! Dirty, stinky, mucky, black on the kitchen floor badness. I make her lie down on the kitchen floor so she doesn't spread the mess any further. I look for cleaning supplies and make several calls to Dave to give updates. Can't find the old towels I keep for just such purposes. Call dave again - where are towels?. While on the phone, Dog leaves the kitchen and lies down on carpet in bedroom. How do I know? Big black spot on beige carpet.

Trey was actually napping during this so when he woke, I put him in the stroller, took him and the dog and the shampoo and the only old dog towel I could find outside, went to the side yard, which is a hill, hooked up the hose and sprayed her with the frigidly cold water. She bolted. I turned off the water, pushed the stroller back up the hill and to the front, into the garage, and dragged her butt back out. Rolled the baby back down the hill to the hose. Baby won't keep his hat on and there is no shade. Trey repeatedly throws his hat under the wheels of his stroller. I give up on the hat, park the stroller. I think Trey will enjoy watching me bathe the dog. I am wrong. Trey cries as I wet the bad dog down and lather her up. I do a less than thourough job since I don't watn the baby out too long. As I am trying to rinse the bad one, she bolts again. I turn off the water, roll the baby back up the hill to the front, curse all the hornets and yellowjackets that are swarming, and curse my husband for not doing something about them.

I roll the baby to the front door and decide to try the hose there to finish rinsing the dog. The faucet here is in a very strange place. To reach it, you must stand or squat on a large boulder on the edge of the landscaping. If you should slip, you will fall about six feet onto the trees and lansdscaping below. What a stupid place to put a faucet. Nonetheless, I balance myself on the boulder, look at the faucet and see that hubby has put a y adapter on it, and I screw the hose into the closest (to minimize the possibility of me falling to my death or incurring great bodily injury while the baby watches. Of course, when I turn on the water, it all comes out the other side. No problem, I'll just flip the switch over. Wrong. It's stuck. I give up.

By now the dog is comfy and snoozing on the front steps. I don't want to take her in and I don't want to leave her out to get in more trouble. Luckily Trey has come prepared. Trey loves to play with the cordless phone. He even brought it with him, so I borrow it from him and make a phone call to my Dad and we sit out and enjoy the day in the relative shade of the front porch area and wait for the dog to dry a bit. After a while I use the my only dog towel and dry her off and try to remove the last of the soap and dirt. My dad is full of excuses as to why he drove from Florida to Michigan and didn't bother to stop and see my brother and his family in Georgia or my sister and her family in South Carolina AGAIN, even though they're pretty much right on the way. My dad is a piece of work.

Needless to say, Trey's lunch was severely delayed by all of this, but we did finally get some food in him. He helped by plunging his entire hand into the bowl of pureed green vegetables, and then he helped again by throwing much of his food onto the floor for the dog. I should mention that I had earlier removed the chair pad from Trey's high chair to wash it and found a veritable treasure trove of food and lids from baby food containers hidden under the chair pad. Sorry to get rid of your stash, Trey.

After play time and a few dipe changes, and some more play time, it was FINALLY time for Trey's afternoon nap. It went great, if great means that it took almost an hour for him to go to sleep, and during that time, when I held him, he wanted to play with my face (pinch, slap, push, etc.) and pull my hair (I tie it back but some escapes and he finds it) and suck my chin!!??? Finally, I sang "All the pretty little horses about two dozen times and he was out just like that!

Then it was time to rehearse the number for this weekend's performance, and I still have 45 minutes to do it!!
I go over a few trouble spots and run through the whole thing... once. Then I'm pooped. I manage to change into part of my costume, (did I mention this was dress rehearsal night?) and make it to class on time, where rehearsal went pretty well, although I still need to shorten my skirt (rolled up doesn't work) and add some doodads to my belt. And I have short solo-ey ham-it-up section at the end. Fun.

Got home a few minutes late, Dave is reading "Goodnight Elmo" to Trey. Hands him over to me to get him to sleep. He gets all giggly and starts the same stuff as earlier. I sing to him, doesn't work, he still wants to play. Dave takes over and he just got him to sleep at 9:30, only an hour and a half later than his bedtime.

So in review,
the dog was washed, the high chair cleaned, the baby had two naps, I made it to dance class, and I got to spend time with Trey before he fell asleep. All in all, a pretty good day.