An E-mergency Post

Earlier today I posted about how crazy things are here. My day can almost always be described as hectic, and that's with a thick layer of sugar coating. I'm usually running around, unshowered, pulling my hair out, screaming, cleaning and cooking. It's what I do. A job if you will.

Anyhoo...today I summed up my life since Monday. I thought I'd be in the clear for at least the rest of the day.

Wrong.

I absolutely have to share just a 20 minute window into my life this morning.

11:00-ish I was scoping out some tourist spots in Washington DC for a camping trip we may be taking out there in August. Lisa was looking over the map, plotting the mileage. Harry was out in the yard mowing. Lucy sleeping, Nate & Rex watching some cartoons on the couch.

Rex picks up the phone. Presses some numbers. I asked who he was calling.

'I'm calling the house.'

'Don't do that, it's not going to work right because you are on the house phone.'

'Ok.' He hangs up.

Lisa walks in the room, 'Rex who did you just call?'

'911'

'WHAT?!?' (In stereo.)

'I thought you called the house?'

'I couldn't remember the number so I called 911 instead.'

Ring Ring. (Sheriff's department.) Knock Knock. (Refrigerator repairman.)

I explained to the cops my child is nuts, there is no danger.

Lisa takes the repair guy to the fridge, he laughs and says he called the cops too when he was a kid.

Outside this is what is happening to Harry. (Remember he is on the mower.)

Excuse me, sir? (AT&T is now here to fix our busted phone lines from a few weeks ago. They'll be shutting down our service for a while.)

Woof Woof. Bark Bark. Growl.

Hello! Sir! HELLO! Will they BITE? (A nice lady cop is here to see if Rex is in danger and make sure I am not a terrible parent and liar. Otis has her scared to take any step away from her squad car. Our dippy dog can be pretty intimidating.)

Harry has to explain that Otis is a doofus and will not hurt her, that Rex is a bit curious and often that leads to naughty, that he's sorry but things are just a bit crazy with the repair guy and 911 calling and AT&T and now her.

Fridge guy leaves after 10 minutes of work and a $200 bill.

She leaves, after confirming we are all nonthreatening, safe, crazy people.

He comes inside, and we relay the past 20 minutes full of shenanigans and laugh.

What else can we do?