Dodger Is Grounded

I have a free two minutes at work, so I thought I would share the tale of my *fun* morning. Why do I have a few minutes? Because I finished some discovery responses - my goal? To serve them at say, oh, 4:59 today in order to completely ruin opposing counsel's weekend, just like he screwed up my week (well, namely, the day I was supposed to spend at home having fun with Rhys today - grrr).

I woke this morning at 5:30. Why, you ask, would I wake up that early if I don't have to be at work until 9? Because Dodger, who I took out at midnight, barked to go out. And worse than that, he went INTO RHYS' ROOM and barked. The nerve that dog has is astounding. Noooo, it wasn't enough to bug me (and btw, I did get up the first time he barked. But I had to put in my contacts, which took a minute. Note to self: get Lasik asap). And in that minute, he woke up the baby. Cardinal sin.

I'm not sure how to ground the dog - I mean, I could not take him for a walk, but that seems cruel, and in the end would probably punish me because he'd be that much more hyper. I think I have decided that he will not receive ANY of the fun halloween dog treats I planned on making until tomorrow.

Luckily, Rhys went back to sleep, albeit in my bed, but hey, that was cute. He pulled the huge king comforter over himself (the kid loves blankets) and actually arranged the pillow behind him, which I found adorable. Then he had great fun touching my face, and exploring my chin and cheeks. Of course, that made me melt!

We got up a little later, made lunches, had breakfast, dressed, and were even out the door on time. I would have had a chance at redeeming the morning, until I took the wrong bus. I submit that this was not entirely my fault. I got to the Transbay Terminal right as the bus was letting people on. So I ran for it (carrying a computer bag, purse, Rhys' bag, and Rhys himself, in heels, thank you very much) and made it, and even had my $1.50 in my pocket ready to go. The bus, the number of which I did not look at (foreshadowing, anyone?) was parked in the spot the #38 ALWAYS leaves from. There is no other bus (until today) that leaves from that spot. I've been taking it since May - the #38 is the only one that is allowed in that spot. So I confidently ran up to it and got on. It made all the normal stops...until we were suddenly passing Old Navy on Market Street. I wondered: do we always pass Old Navy? Have I missed this in the past 6 months? How is it we continually pass one of my favorite stores and I never got off to shop?! This is when I started looking around the inside of the bus for soem sign of what effing bus I am actually on.

So we are continuing down Market, and I console myself with the fact that we are at least going the right direction, but a little out of our way. I figure out where to get off, and in the end, it was only about 3 blocks out of my way. No big deal...except for the aforementioned pile of crap I am carrying - in heels And, it was 3 blocks through the Tenderloin. So, three blocks of "hey baby" later (p.s. does that EVER work? No. And, since when is carrying a 17 month old sexy? Its not. So please stop being mysoginistic derogatory assholes in front of my kid, thanks), we finally make it to Rhys' day care. He cried when I left (which is like, awww, thanks for loving me so much you cry when I leave, but also, please don't cry because you are going to have a fun great day sweetie!).

Caught the correct bus to work - but then the coffee shop was out of my favorite blackberry raspberry scone. Grr. Had to get the cranberry blueberry one instead. Which was actually ok, but I adore blackberries. =) But, its halfway through the day, and then I get to take Rhys to the harvest festival tomorrow (this is like Christmas to me!) so I am way excited! Happy Friday everyone.