Ok. So its 5 am. I suppose you all know what that means...
Yes. My stress level is at an all-time high.
Molly took Cabeza for a walk after school yesterday. Except, instead of taking him down to the awesome lake we live on, and walking him around our nice, quiet, pretty neighborhood, she took him down the nastiest, busiest street in town and to the public library. Its a very long walk to the library, especially when its 20 degrees out, and you are only wearing little canvas shoes, cotton ankle socks, no gloves, no hat, no scarf. (Middle schoolers are WAY TOO COOL for these items, by the way)
So, she calls me from the library.
"Can you have Mark pick me up? I'm at the library.Its too cold to walk home!"
"Why? I thought you were taking Cabeza for a walk?"
"I did. I walked him to the library."
UUUUUUUUUUUUUU UUUUUUUUUUUUUU UUUUUUUUUUUUUU UUGH. And of course, she is calling me from some strange boy's cellphone.
Ok. So, then I pick her up. Cabeza has some sort of nasty, oily dead fish smelling substance all over his underside, his feet, his legs, his fur pants. I suppose its just road nastyness since Molly walked him down the busy road with no sidewalks.
UGH.
She pitches a fit about washing him, Mark yells at her. I'm crying at this point.
We drop her off at her dad's and then take Cabeza to his parents. At that point, I'm still hoping for an awesome date. His parents have the flu, and we sit there and talk to them for 3 hours. Literally. At 9 pm, we still haven't even had dinner,let alone, you know...a date.
So, we go eat. At 10:30, we're both absolutely exhausted and decide to just bite the bullet and sleep at my parents. My mom is out of town.
When we pull up, my dad is leaving. Strange. I had to pee, so I ran into the house. Mark went and talked to him. He told me that my dad was LOADED. fspockened. Great.
So, my dad left. Much to my chagrin. I've been up all night worrying. He came home at 3:30, and then left again. He almost drove through the gate on his way out. I can't sleep. He left his phone here. I've already called the police, they don't have him. I don't know where the h*ll he could be.
Oh, and even when I WAS sleeping, Mark pulled the covers off of me about every 10 minutes. When I would try and pull some back on, (as opposed to laying there shivering) he would wake up and yell at me.
I feel like total crap right now. I haven't slept a wink.
But, at least Cabeza isn't running around whining and pacing. That's good, right?