The things I do

Just a couple of notes from the day since I don't ever have time for a real post:

• Had to take Wiley to the vet today, and naturally that means I take Wiley and Jasper to the vet. After a nearly two hour visit, Jasper's patience was wearing thin. So as I am talking with the vet (who is very nice but has no children of her own) I am holding Jasper and letting him stuff Goldfish Crackers into my mouth. I take a bite, look him in the eye, chew, say "mmm" and "thank-you." It takes me a few moments to realize that normal people don't have adult conversations while being force fed by their toddler.
• When I leave she's nice and asks if I need a hand with the dog and the kid and all the paperwork she sent me home with. I thank her and say no. Deep inside I am screaming, "Yes! Come home with me!"
  
• My umbrella stroller had a recall, so I went to fill out the online form to get the part to make the fix. Of course, they want the ID number on the thing. (They call it the VIN number, but doesn't the V stand for vehicle?) I go to drag it out of the car in the rain and spend five minutes standing in the driveway searching for the number. It's a damn 21-digit number, how hard can that be to hide, I'm wondering? I finally bring it in, go back to the den, look a the picture once again where they are telling me it's at, go back to the stroller, turn it upside down and finally find the stinking number. Why are things so hard? It wasn't where the picture showed.
  
• Had to clean out my freezer this morning to make room for my turkey. While Seth will love it that I threw away some things, it reminded me when I think I'm out of yeast, I should dig harder because there's probably another package in there somewhere. Same goes for nuts. Geez, you'd think I was about to open a bakery or candy shop around here with all those nuts and yeast! Another important reminder of how handy labeled items are in the freezer. A ton of zip-top bags with no dates is a nightmare.
  
• We are so damn gate happy around here now that I feel like I'm back in middle school running the hurdles in my own house. This is probably a better work out then I got when I was on the track team -- I kid you not, we actually jumped bushes because we had no hurdles for practice. We didn't even have a track! Note to self when researching schools: see if they not only have the extra curricular activities but the equipment that goes with them as well.