A Great Start to the School Holidays #IBOT

There are certain places that I avoid at all times, as much as I can. These are, in no particular order:

  • The Post Office
  • The bank
  • The Motor Vehicle Registry
  • The doctors
  • The Dog Catchers (Not technically a place but I still avoid them)

It’s a particularly grand day when I get to visit all of them.  Especially with all four children.

But I’m skipping ahead of the story.

Monday morning I awoke to the screams of my youngest child, yelling at my eldest “why won’t you get me breakfast?!” Clearly this was a sign that I would be due to accept my mother of the year award any day now.

As I stumbled out of bed, it occurred to me that today, this Monday, the 30th of September, the world was my oyster. There was no school run to negotiate, no work looming on the horizon of early prevening. I could jut chill at home, doing washing and ironing, listening to my children’s ridiculously long tales of imaginary friends (Hi to Lily and Mali if you’re reading), and just be.

Of course there was the quick trip to the post office to send off vital information to my accountant (aka Father in Law), and the quick drop into the MVR to renew my licence, but those things were so minute in the grand scheme of things. I could fit them in to my relaxing morning quite happily and easily.

Or so I thought.

Turns out my immunisation appointment for BJ (only one year late, thanks again to my #motheroftheyear status), which I had carefully organised around school drop off and pick up times, was scheduled for the first day of school holidays. What a great start.

Of course that changed everything, and suddenly my quiet morning turned into a stupidly busy one involving lengthy queues every where I went, and a celebratory ice-cream for what was considered stellar braveness. Totally a legitimate use of the english language that last line.

ice cream is so much better with fries

ice cream is so much better with fries

Upon returning home, I was then reminded of other items on my to do list. Chasing down the computer shop about my incorrectly labelled invoice (turns out I was overcharged $140), and calling Westpac about a replacement card that had not arrived. Westpac, being the most awesomely secure bank ever (apparently), informed me that I needed to provide them with a three digit access code I didn’t have, or answer a series of questions correctly. If I was incorrect on one single one, I would be locked out of everything.

I was reasonably secure in my ability to answer the questions right. I am, after all, exactly who I say I am, and have access to all the needed information.

Turns out, that apparently I don’t.

Or what they have on record differs slightly from the actual truth, because I had one very snooty nosed man inform me rather haughtily that I had failed to pass the phone test, and would now be forced to prove my identity with photographic evidence at my local branch.

Which is exactly what I was hoping he would say to me.

Or not.

So come 3:30, after naps and an attempt at the once again awesome post that is still waiting, I dragged the kids out of the house to the bank, noticing at the last moment that I hadn’t seen the dog for a few hours.Odd, cause she is always around, and I was positive I had left her locked in the pool area that morning to stop her barking at the passer-by’s. (In particular one guy who has been tormenting her by deliberately provoking her to anger and even kicking her if he thinks I’m not around. Safe to say, he is not my favourite person in the world.)
A quick look through the yard showed her not to be around, but with business hours closing I had little time to look, so I took three slightly concerned kids, and one highly distressed pre-teen to the bank in order to prove my identity. This lady was far more complimentary than the dude on the phone, although I was slightly perplexed at her endeavouring to sell me extra products when she could see that I was already on edge from trying to keep four very bored children from knocking down the partition walls with the backs of their heads.

We got home and a thorough search revealed no Angel, and no obvious means of escape. (Cue internal rage at what must obviously (in my mind) be the work of nasty fence kicking guy)

Taking Taylah with me, we walked up and down the suburb, searching our usual walking trails but it was to no avail. She just wasn’t anywhere. Even the council hadn’t picked her up.:(

the chances of a racoon showing up with our dog were rather slim

the chances of a racoon showing up with our dog were rather slim

I was beginning to think my life was a Garfield cartoon. The one where Odie runs away and Garfield realises how much he loved him and sings that hauntingly beautiful song ‘so long old friend…” I was imagining Angel camped out under a tree, exhausted from dehydration, wondering where we were. Which was a much better imagery than the opposite; that nasty walking past guy had sold her to some illegal dog fighting ring and we would never see her again.

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And just when it seemed all hope was gone….

There was a phone call. The council had found her, not two streets away, sitting under someones car. She was shy and wouldn’t go near them, but they had got a glimpse of her rego number and found us. And when Boatman pulled up in front of the house, she heard the familiar car engine and came running out straight away.

The dog catchers said she’s most likely suffered some kind of trauma; that’s usually why dogs get lost, but according to miss Ava, (who had heard she was on the same street as our dear friends), she had just jumped the fence to go to Amy’s house. Which is a much nicer story after all.

Waiting for Boatman to bring her home....

Waiting for Boatman to bring her home….

and home she comes :)

and home she comes :)

 

So Monday night ends, the sunsets and the children are in bed content. The dog is home, the bank card reordered, the computer money refunded and the immunisations all done.

Surely the holidays can only go up from here?

Comments

  1. says

    Ah, runaway dogs. I also have one. They always like to escape at the busiest moments, causing maximum stress and frustration. So glad you found her!

    And, doesn’t ice-cream always fix everything? Even better with chips.

  2. says

    that is some start to the holidays Jess! I hope the rest of them are pretty uneventful and full of relaxation! So glad Angel was found and is home again. I would be livid at someone kicking my dog, and would be tempted to break their freaking face! x
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  3. says

    It’s good for them to learn that it’s what real life is like – when you plan a great day and the wheels come off. By the way, I love the post office – they all know me by name, except for one delivery guy who calls me by my house number. He’ll yell out “Hey 56, you’re stuff just arrived”. It’s hilarious. It’s like my version of Cheers, and I get a parcel to open with every visit….
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  4. says

    What a day! Well done. I know you were being sarcastic, but you really do deserve that mother of the year trophy!

    I will never understand people who are mean to animals for no reason. Or any reason. Or any creatures, including humans. Will never understand them. x
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  5. says

    Wow – hats off to you. Seriously what a day. And you managed to recount it beautifully. We too have an escapee dog – gorgeous but not quite all there upstairs. He never goes far and quite happy to come home once he’s out but you have to go and collect him in the car. If you walk / run / follow him on foot he just takes off – pull up beside him in the car and he hops right in…

  6. says

    Oh, man my stomach leaped into my heart. We have been dog sitting and I looked everywhere but couldn’t find the dog. I thought I was going to vomit!
    Luckily it was just my eyesight after the sleepless nights we have had with her whining and crying all night cause she misses her parents.
    Anyways, it sounds like we have been having very similar days. Please make them better :)
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  7. says

    Yep, sounds like some of my days. I just love people in shops that take their time even though one of more of my boys might be crying, or fighting.. or both. I hope your holidays improve, surely it can only get better for sure!
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  8. says

    oh my word! And your poor dog – I hope that man gets kicked and traumatised someday and remembers how he behaved to her. That’s my angry side coming out. Well done you for not joining your kids at the bank with the headbanging – I don’t know what people like that are thinking, trying to extend the conversation! Some people are just so oblivious! Oooh, I”m getting all hot under the collar for you!
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  9. says

    Hopefully the rest of the holidays will be calm and uneventful, as much as they can be with all the kids home! So glad you got the dog back in one piece, I hope the fence kicking guy breaks his toe! They say when it rains, it pours :)
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  10. says

    Oh Jess that is a huge start to the holidays!! I’m so glad your dog was found and the rest of your day settled. You deserve a day in pj’s and some serious couch time. We are nearing the end of our school holidays and this time they feel like they have gone by just too quick!
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  11. says

    Well it certainly sounds like the only way your holidays can go is up – absolutely !!!
    I hope that you had a better day today and that every day is a great one !
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