I seriously need a weekend to recover from my weekend. I am in complete denial that it is Monday. Friday night Garrett and I hit the gym and also did some running stuff. I think I screwed up my knee a bit, but I’ll talk more about that when I finally get my butt around to updating my Week Two Training Report. UGH. I do. not. want. to. hurt. myself. That is numero uno most important.
Anyway, Friday night was mellow, but Saturday morning was Crazy Town! I still might need a pep talk if you’ve got one in ya. It started off nice, I dropped Garrett off for work and did some menu planning while I drank
way too much some coffee. It felt super luxurious to just have some time to just relax, get creative with my menu and then I was off to go grocery shopping. I had to go to 3 different stores but I got all my ingredients (how annoying is that, btw?) and I headed home to unload everything.
Halfway through unloading Garrett texted me that he was getting off work early and could I come pick him up? Instantly I started going through my mental rolodex of things to do before I left: put all the perishable items in the fridge, feed the dog, and then because Buster always loves a good road trip I wanted to get him in his leash and harness and take him with me to go pick up Garrett.
I rushed to do all of that, grabbed all of Buster’s things (that dog rolls with a god damn diaper bag, I swear), tried to get him in his harness despite him being UN-COOPERATIVE (too! excited! to! sit! still!) locked up the house and went outside…only to discover that I had only HALF unloaded the groceries. Um, hello? Brain Fart. Garrett had texted me to come pick him up in the middle of doing it and I had gotten distracted by all the house stuff I had to do before leaving. What a dummy! Anyway, the house was locked and the dog was going ape-shit with excitement, so I figured I would just put my purse, phone and all that crap in the car with Buster and then run the groceries into the garage really quickly and stuff the perishables in the outside mini-fridge. I started the car so I could crack a window for the dog, put all my crap down, got him all settled in the front seat, AND THEN I LOCKED THE DOORS AND CLOSED THEM.
WITH EVERYTHING INSIDE.
Oh, you guys, I about had a heart attack. I have never felt that kind of panic. All I could do was just look at my cute little pup stuck in the car, wagging his tail and waiting for me to get in. The window was only cracked a bit so I couldn’t even get my fingers through and I literally had no idea what to do. I considered just breaking the window right then and there, but just kept saying to myself “There has to be a more reasonable solution. THINK, HOLLY, THINK!”
I decided to try and break into my house to get our extra set of car keys (this is like reason 900 we should have a hide-a-key but we don’t…curses!) but the only place that is even remotely-break-in-able wouldn’t budge. I’ve never been so pissed to live in Fort Knox! I was breathing so hard and so panicked and I just had NO IDEA WHAT TO DO. I couldn’t call anyone, couldn’t get in my house…I just felt so helpless! Finally I thought that if I had a wire hanger I could maybe manipulate it through the window crack and manually unlock the door, but of course I don’t have wire hangers just lying about in the yard so I had to find something else. I contemplated ripping a tree branch off our lemon tree, but in a slightly less panicked moment I saw our BBQ tongs and grabbed those.
LUCKILY THEY WORKED! And I exhaled and practically collapsed on the dog, who of course had no idea what was going on and was just like “Hey, yo! Are we going for a ride now, or what???” It’s times like this where I really doubt my readiness to have children. After all that morning drama, Saturday afternoon we headed out to a birthday party with friends, which was much more enjoyable! I have to admit though I was missing Buster after such a dramatic morning.
Sunday I got up with tons of energy which was great since I had a run on the schedule, but my knee was bugging me. Since I had so much energy I had the most major cooking marathon I have had this year and prepared all of the following all before noon:
Poached Eggs over Sweet Potato Hash
Indian Turkey Stew
Asian Orange Beef + Cauliflower Rice
Taco Salads (meat in one container, salads prepped in another)
Roasted Brussels Sprouts
Moroccan Dipping Oil
Pesto Chicken Thighs
I mean, WHERE IS MY KITCHEN STADIUM MEDAL?
So that took a lot out of me. But the upside? I barely have to cook a thing this entire week. ROCK AND ROLL! Obviously I had to spend the rest of Sunday eating dried mango on the couch watching Dawson’s Creek on Netflix, cuddling my dog. It was awesome. But now it is Monday. And seriously…how does that happen so fast?
How was YOUR weekend? Have you ever locked your dog/kid/something precious in the car at an inopportune time? Please tell me all about it.