Toddler Saves Dog

So let's start back a few days ago. Our 1 ½ year old and 2 ½ year old were being shipped out to grandma's house for the day. It was our day to finish a new playroom downstairs (as part of a Xmas gift to them), put together all those zillion piece toys, and wrap the endless amount of gifts that sucked our salaries over the last 2 months.

The plan fell apart slowly…our oldest one, our son, came down with a stomach bug the night before. Even still, I was thinking they could still possibly go…grandma wouldn't mind a few blow outs now and then RIGHT? But then we woke up Sunday morning to the Midwest Snowstorm 2007. I was determined…who wouldn't be with a kid free day ahead of them? We somehow only ended up with 4 inches of snow…very do-able. Kids bundled up, extra clothes for our son just in case, and a last minute call to grandma to firm up the meeting location; Tim Horton's or Starbuck's? However, grandma lived in a valley and even though they were only 40 minutes away they got hit with 10 inches. Grandma couldn't believe we would still think the plans were on (and she didn't even know about the stomach virus!!). ARG! Ok…unpack the kids, come up with some activities to make it through the day while in the back of my head all I can do is try to figure out when all this work will get done now.

Moving on…after a few nights of midnight bedtimes all the work is done! Every single present is bought and wrapped. I used the last piece of tissue paper and even the last gift tag; how perfect do things get? Last night I went to bed exhausted but relieved that it was done; now I can live through class parties, family get togethers and zoo lights with a peace of mind and actually enjoy the upcoming holiday.

This morning…that *&#$@% dog!! The beagle nose in him smelled wrapped chocolate in a gift high on a shelf (placed there specifically because of the dog in question). Of course he couldn't get to it but that didn't stop him from tearing apart four other gifts while he tired to claw his way up the wall to the shelf. Torn to shreds. Destroyed. Beyond repair. New gifts needed, new tissue paper needed, new name tags needed, new dog needed. I tore up the stairs, already thinking of what I need to do in the next few days to fix all of this…so much for relaxing and peace!! I shook one of the destroyed bags in front of the culprit and yelled, "What did you do??? What is this huh??? Were you a BAD dog??? HUH?? HUH??"