It’s almost like the comedy of the situations. Like when Cassidy didn’t come home from work and I was hungry after feeding the kids, so I decided to try my hand at cooking! We had a Green Chef trial so I decided to make the one dish I knew he wouldn’t mind missing – because it has mushrooms. Not his favorite, or even close. So I cooked! It was almost delicious but I never used salt because our salt shaker was broken. I knew this because Cassidy wound up spilling salt three separate times from the salt shaker top falling off. It was everywhere. I was too afraid to use it! So we were cooking side by side, but he was making bone broth with chicken feet sticking up, and then some snack with canned sardines on top! Never did a mushroom and barley carbonara look as good as it did right then and there, because that’s what I was cooking that night.
Basically, that was a metaphor for the entire week. The toaster was semi-broken, or at least I thought it was because the outlet needed to be reset. It rained and was unseasonably cold. I was trying to figure out my spring break plans when I found out that I was invited to attend BlogPaws as a sponsored blogger two weeks from now! Listen, I’ve been to maybe 37 out of 50 states, but Missouri is one of the 13. I’m so scared! A hotel by myself for three nights! A flight by myself for the first time in over a decade, and with layovers too. 5:00am flights and new faces and not having a car and being around not one person I know for 72 hours! Basically, it will be awesome. If I can just get over the nerves! A new city with a hotel room to myself.
I was told to wear clothes I didn’t mind pet hair on. There will be barking and meowing during the class sessions. There will be entire rooms and arenas full of animals. And there will be adoptable animals that local shelters are lending out for those of us who don’t live locally and have dogs too big to fly with. And if I really want, I can bring one of those pets home. (Just imagine my family’s face after that! It will be better than chicken feet and sardines) Also, I feel like it’s Hogwarts. You can borrow magical pets to hold or cuddle or get emotional support from, and possibly sleep with. A conference, with pets.
It’s my Candyland. Rooms full of potential clients who will meet me face to face and shake my hand. Maybe they’ll hire me because I can be charming when I want to be, but once they read my blog and see my charming pets, well, that will take the cake. It’s potential work and more-than-potential animals. Everywhere. I. Look. Pinch me, Mommy. I’m coming home.
Now that I’ve gotten THAT out, Easter was awesome! Last Easter was weird. I woke up dizzy?! That only happens to me once a year, if even, and it’s always a combination of dehydration, exhaustion, allergies, and stress. I remember posting about it here and everyone had advice. Have no fear – it didn’t happen again. We had the kids’ Uncle Gabe staying with us for five nights and although he slept through the great Easter Basket unveiling, he was awake on Easter Eve when we filled the baskets. Custom candy, custom toys, happy kids – it was all good. Also, Scarlet finally lost her long-suffering top right front tooth, so the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy got to high-five that night. Passover and Easter were both smashes.
I mean it. It was incredible. There were ten of us and he made it meaningful and with all sorts of music playlists and pop culture references. I just need to get some photos from the night because I was too captivated to take any myself!
This is me linking up, as one of my favorite things to do, with Finish The Sentence Friday. This week’s topic is “This April Fools and/or Easter…” And there’s still time to write yours. Come link up with your spin: HERE. What’s your story?