One of Those Mornings

This morning was just… it was… it was a shit show, is really what it was. It was a nightmare of large scale proportions and I wanted to jump back in my bed as fast as possible. It all started with this:

Yeah. That’s an empty hamster cage with the door open. Definitely NOT how we left it before we went to bed the night before.

So, I found this right as we were getting Bean ready to head out to his first ice hockey practice. I was in the middle of finding a long-sleeve shirt for Bean to take with him to hockey practice. We assumed it would be cold in the rink, but he is hot natured like me, so I told him to wear a short sleeved shirt and bring a long sleeved with him, just in case. Only, I forgot to actually follow him around with a megaphone reminding him 10,000 times to pack his extra shirt, so he went to practice without one. Which prompted this text exchange between Chris and me.

I laugh every time I see that gif! Seriously – I’m still laughing and it’s been a few days now.

But for real, I couldn’t deal with the cold ice rink because I was currently dealing with a loose hamster in my house and a Gracie that wouldn’t stop asking me all the hard questions, “What if the dogs get her? What if she doesn’t get enough food? Where will she get water?”

I tried to give my most loving, best parenting answers, but they came out a lot like, “THEN I GUESS SHE’LL JUST STARVE TO DEATH, GRACIE!”

On top of all of this, I have a sprained ankle because walking and talking at the same time is hard for me and missed the last three steps on my sister’s staircase at her house during Christmas. So, I’m trying to crawl around looking under furniture with a bum ankle, calling out in my really singsongy voice, “Sweeeet Pea! We love you! Coms back!” and then ten seconds later frantically screaming for someone to “GET THE DOGS OUT OF THE HOUSE!”

T’was a bit tense up in here.

Here’s the truth behind the hamster situation and my frantic, hysterical reaction. It was my fault the hamster escaped. I got her out the night before through that cage door (which we never use) and I must not have closed it very well. But I have not told a soul in my family this little tidbit of information. Instead, I’m letting the kids take turns blaming each other. Which is totally responsible parenting.

Also? I didn’t look for the hamster very hard. I mean, she could be anywhere in our house. ANYWHERE. And I’m just not in the position to be crawling around looking in every closet and drawer and behind every piece of furniture with my sprained ankle. I did a really good look through my office, where her cage is, but if she got out of the office, she’s on her own. Good luck, girlfriend.

So to summarize my morning from hell: Bean did great at hockey. He may get pneumonia and he will DEFINITELY never let me hear the end of me not sending him with a long sleeved shirt (I still plead not guilty to this crime), but he did really great skating. I guess this makes me a hockey mom now?!

And we have not found Sweet Pea yet. May the odds be ever in her favor.