You know those days when no matter how hard you try, things just don’t go your way? Not the big events (thankfully) but the little stuff. You reach for your keys, drop them on the floor, then kick them across the floor when you’re grabbing for them. The sweater you put on has a stain, so you put on another, only to find it has a hole in it. And so on. Yesterday, I had one of those days. My closet cleaning aside (which felt fabulous, by the way) I just kept entering into one exercise in accidental frustration after another. But the worst was last night with Coco and her new yellow rubber ball.
I bought the dogs a new ball because they’d lost all their other ones, and Coco immediately loved it. She was running all over the house with it it her mouth, in total dog heaven. But then, just as I was feeling like the Best Pet Owner Ever, she came over to where I was sitting on the couch and dropped it. It rolled underneath. I reached over, dug around for a minute, found it, and gave it back to her.
And repeat, for over two hours.
She would NOT stop losing the ball under the couch. Every single time, even when I moved off the couch to dissuade her, even when I started ignoring her entirely, or tried to bribe her with another toy, no luck. Ball rolls under, she paws around madly, starts barking, freaking out, until I find it for her, at whicih point she knocks it under again. Once I thought she’d broken out of the habit, by taking it into the lounge (which is what I’m calling our new room, until I have a better name for it) but there she lost it behind a bunch a paint cans and I had to go retrieve it there. I was so exhausted by all this I went to bed at 9:30. But I could still hear her out here, driving my husband nuts. Now, as I write this, she’s at my feet with it.
Of course this is insanity. But it kind of got me thinking. All those little things that kept happening to me yesterday that made me so frustrated: could it be that I had some sort of hand in them, even if I didn’t realize it? Maybe chaos isn’t entirely indiscriminate, there’s some accountability there. I would hope I’d know enough not to keep knocking my ball under the couch (so to speak) but then I think back at certain times in my life and wonder if maybe I don’t. Live and learn, I guess. Hopefully Coco will too.
Before I go, thanks to everyone for the wedding dress toss-or-not advice. The truth is, my dress is pretty beat up and dirty: it wasn’t an expensive one to begin with, and we had a pretty raucous outdoor wedding. It looks like it’s been through a war. I should have gotten it cleaned right after, but I forgot, and then five years passed…I know, I know, it’s horrible. So I have this dress that is lovely on top and really trashed on the bottom hem. What I need is someone like Molly Ringwald’s character in Pretty In Pink, to take it and whip it into something lovely, then wear it to the prom with her best friend, only to meet up there with the true love of her life. But something tells me I shouldn’t wait for that. Just a hunch. At any rate, I almost threw it out yesterday, but my sentimental side got the best of me, and I put it back in the closet, where it will stay. At least for now.
Have to go get Coco’s ball out from under the couch now. Again.