I Couldn't Make This Stuff Up If I Tried

Sooooo........today was D Day. The girls had their preschool open house and I HAD to be there on time. And since I'm chronically late to everything, this was huge for me. I woke up, got the girls dressed (even matching) and prepared for everything (that I hadn't already prepared last night). I brushed their hair and teeth, made breakfast- all by 9! And we didn't have to leave until 9:30!!! So with my extra time, I decided to grab the morning paper and look over the headlines. So I opened the front door and turned around to find Bela in my high heels trying to sneak out. "Bela, back in the house!" I told her. But her eyes got huge and she started crying and screaming and in a split second it happened- A STRAY DOG barrelled over my baby and into our house!!!! I freaked out (can you tell I'm great in a stressful situation?!) as it went straight for Emma who was sitting on the couch. So I reached down grabbed Bela and threw her over the gate on our stairs and ran and got Emma and did the same. And then I went outside and started screaming "WHOSE DOG IS IN MY HOUSE?!" like someone is going to answer me. But I didn't want to deal with this dog because (sorry dog people out there) I HATE DOGS!!!!! So poor Scout was all puffed up and hissing at this dog and all it wanted to do was run around and wag its tail and be happy......and get my house all muddy and wet ARGH! So I'm chasing it around yelling "Out dog! Get out of my house!" and this yellow lab is just running around exploring everything. Meanwhile the girls are screaming and crying from the top of the stairs. Bela was screaming "No woof woof" poor thing.

And finally, the dog had enough and it was gone.......er sort of. I slammed the door behind it and then the darn thing just sat on my porch and whined to get back in........FOR FIFTEEN MINUTES!!!! So I had to get on the phone and call someone- but who? Who do you call when there's a happy go lucky dog on your porch that you're terrified of and don't want to go outside for fear that it will run in your house? The police? I was too embarrassed, so we just waited and I snuggled with Bela while she cried real tears saying "No woof woof" over and over again. Emma meanwhile found it hilarious to chase the cat around and say "She's getting bigger! Look at her tail mommy- she's a big cat now!" And of course, it was even funnier for her to play with the dog through the window that he was busy slobbering and snotting on. Ugh.

So.........we were only 15 minutes later than I had planned and in the chaos, I managed to trash my clean house and lose an emergency contact card. All that planning and I still look like the mom who is late and disorganized. So to the owner of the yellow lab who enjoys running in people's houses- THANKS A LOT!