Refund Please |San Antonio Photographer|

Right before bed tonight I am going to have a conversation with God.  I am going to ask him if I can have a do-over or maybe a refund for today.  Last post I mentioned how crazy my life seems to be.  A beautiful life, but crazy at times.  Today is a sample of why some days need to be “do-overs”.  I take my kiddo to the “early-bus”, yep this starts off making me seem like a looser mommy, but I have to get the 100lb puppy to the vet to get “fixed” before I get to work at an 8:30 am session.    So then I head out in hubby’s man truck (way to big and uncontrollable for me) down the busy-est road in San Antonio (281), in the pouring rain playing road rage with all the other hussle and bustle men on the road.  Can they see I have curls in my hair, lipstick on, and some cute red high heels, really I’m not into the testosterone fix this early in the morning and really I am not a man in this man-truck”.  Finally I get to the vet, drop of the doggie, and head out to a days work.  Mid afternoon I get a call from Lissy’s school, “Mrs. Mommy….please come pick up your kidlet because she has 101 degree fever and needs to leave campus, now!”.  Oh, lovely….

Call the doctor on the way, schedule an appointment for late afternoon, and remember the dog is still at the vet and can’t get picked up till 3:15.  Decide to make a mommy-dog decision and get the puppy beast because I am headed home a good way up that wonderful 281.  Poor baby Weimeraner Bella, she is on some drugs and is acting like a normal dog (Mr. Vet doctor, can I have more of those?).  Although she is acting and walking like she had a little too much tequilla, to bad puppy, we have to go pick up your human sister..she has a boo-boo too.  So now it is mid afternoon….sick and sutured dog in backseat, raining still, and pick up Alyssa who seems perfectly normal…not sick.  Yep, this mommy feels a little frustrated.  She swears at 9am her throat was hurting

Here is #2 reason for looser mommy :  not 30 minutes after feeling frustrated, Lissy starts looking, sounding, and feeling really sick.  We get to the doctor and she is a fever of 102, crying because she does not feel well , and get this…. poor baby is positive for the flu virus, yes that one.   My cute little angel then turns and says, “Mommy, do you believe me, now”.  Yes stamp a big “L” on my forehead.    As I peek into her snuggly bed this night, I am thankful for such an angel, her honest, her “real” visits to the school nurse, and really need to beg for a do-over for today.

And since every post must have a pic…here is my angel at her slumber party this past weekend (virus free, well maybe)….

And BTW…..I just started coughing….and my throat a little sore ???!! ugggghhhhh

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