The Triumphant Return of Drivel

Yes! I once again have access to a full-sized keyboard (kind of hate you, Kindle) and can regale you with the hilarious tales of my fascinating life.

Now I just have to think of some.

Um.

Well, there was the time a few days ago when I had to take Mia to the veterinarian for a routine heartworm test, so I loaded the dog, my children, and my parents* in the van** for the twenty-minute drive to the vet. Charlie had just awakened from his nap and wouldn't climb into his carseat. So I put him in.

And then he lost his damn mind.

He does this if I don't let him climb up himself. I know he does this. But sometimes, I just have to get somewhere, you know? So I strong-arm him into his seat, capturing his flailing limbs and restraining his arching, rage-filled tiny body so I can get somewhere on time. Then he screams for ten minutes. Or more.

This time we were lucky and he only screamed for about five minutes. They were an unpleasant five minutes, though.

Meanwhile, my dad was sitting in the very back seat, right in front of Mia, who had a close encounter with a skunk only a week ago.

Screaming child, skunky dog, and a twenty-minute drive so I can take my dog to the vet? Why yes, this IS how I entertain visitors to Blackrock!

Now aren't you glad I can once again type normally so you can all share in the excitement of my life? Thought so.

* You'd best believe I purposely scheduled this little chore for when my parents were around to watch the kids. There is nothing worse than my vet's office for small children: very small office, very nervous animals, very, uh, spirited children and a staff that are more animal-friendly than child-friendly all add up to one bad situation.

** I may have neglected to tell you that I now drive a mini-van. Kind of inevitable with the three kids and all. I'm pretty sure this means I have attained full rock-star status.