I would love to write, but I’ve been so busy that when the PetSmart employee turned me away at 9:01 tonight, I started to cry. The dogs had enough food for breakfast tomorrow, but that was all. My car—bless its weary soul—has been trying to start itself without a key in the ignition and must be dropped off at the shop tomorrow. My dear preschooler doesn’t go to bed until almost 9 p.m. (or later), and then I’m faced with dirty dishes, a sea of misplaced toys, and the prospect of an early alarm.
Thank you, PetSmart Lady, for taking pity on me and letting me sprint through the aisles to wrestle that 30-pound bag of kibble up to the register. I needed the exercise, and Lord knows I needed a good laugh at myself. My spirits have been buoyed by your compassion, the banana split I just consumed, and the come-hither text message that my husband just sent me from the basement.
I would love to write more, but life calls.
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I Want to Know
Have you ever cried at PetSmart?
How do you respond to being overly tired?
Have you ever seen a car try to start itself without any keys?
Do you totally hate blog posts about why the blogger isn’t blogging? 
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I’m just remembering 12 years ago traveling with Laur through some part of Spain and calling home after a 14 hour day of walking (Seville, I think it was) and just bursting in to tears I was so tired. Mom told me to put her on the phone and boy howdy – did she get an earful about how she wasn’t to let me get that tired again.
Or at least that’s how I remember it.
My old Dodge Shadow didn’t need a key at the end. And my ’02 Saturn SL2 needed to just have a new key (rather an old spare not used in 8+ years) because otherwise the steering column would lock in place and not start because the key was so old and stripped it was just a piece of vaguely key-shaped metal. So, you have my sympathy.
I have all the time in the world to write but nothing to say.
The cure for tiredness is sleep. Tell Linnie that she doesn’t have to go to sleep, but she can’t get out of bed. Not easy, but you are big enough to put her back each time she gets up. Put 9/10 of those toys away in a closet and make her help you pick up the rest. She won’t even notice what is gone. Ask Josh for help cleaning up after dinner.
I’m glad the employee showed compassion. I’m glad you ate and enjoyed ice cream. I’m glad your husband is showing you love. And I guess I had something to say.
aww!! what a nice lady to let you in anyway. I would have too
And I definitely cry when I am tired or overwhelmed!! hug!
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I can’t say that I’ve ever cried in Petsmart. But I’m sure I’ve cried in many other places! I cried at the car repair shop when my dad was about to pass away because they were taking too long.
I also cry when I’m overly tired. Or hungry. For our big CEO announcement on Sunday, I had to come into the office. I was moving. I had a muffin for breakfast and a stick of cheese around lunch but didn’t have time to eat. I was at work until 7 p.m. Verge of tears because of my hunger. I did keep them in as I was surrounded by VPs and the new CEO. I figured that wouldn’t show well!
Spencer had a car that wouldn’t start. Or it would stay running when you’d take the key out. Doesn’t make sense. Crazy cars.
Oh, your questions at the end made me laugh! I did just write about being too busy to blog, too. For all two of my readers to understand where I’ve been, of course.
I get loopy when I’m overly tired, can’t spell worth anything.
I’ve never cried in PetSmart. (Then again, I don’t have any pets so doing so would probably indicate some sort of psychotic break on my part.) But I have cried in Kroger. And Walmart. And Target.
So, yeah, I feel you, sister. Hope you’ve had some sunnier days since. xo
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