Can I go home now?

On of my favorite scenes in Disney’s Emperor’s New Groove is after the palace guards have been transformed into animals. Yzma, the ex-palace administrator (a bad guy), yells for the now-animal guards to follow Kuzco and Pacha (the good guys). One of the guards raises his front leg and says, “Hey, I’ve been turned into a cow. Can I go home?” Yzma excuses him.

Do you ever have days when you feel like that? Yeah, today is one of those days for me. Here’s how it went down:

I got up on time and got ready for work. My mom called and told me that my dad is doing worse today than yesterday. Then Christina came and told me that she wanted to call her doctor. We waited for the doctor’s office to open, and the nurse said we should go in this morning.

On the way to the doctor’s office, we were stopped by a police officer again. I knew it was coming. We lost the registration sticker for our car. The registration is up-to-date, but we lost the sticker. I called the DMV on Tuesday, and they told me that I could get a replacement sticker for $5, but I hadn’t had a chance to do that yet. The stoplight turned red as we approached the light at the corner of the Quarry Bend development (the same place we got pulled over for the same reason last month) and a motorcycle policeman pulled in behind me. That was the minute I knew I was toast. Next thing I knew, his lights flipped on. We didn’t get a ticket or anything, we just got a firm (second) reminder that we needed to get that taken care of.

Up at the doctor’s office, Christina had her appointment. Everything is okay. That was a major relief. So we decided to run over to the DMV to get the registration sticker taken care of. After that, I took Christina home so she could take a nap, and I could head off for work. It was only 11:00, but I was starving, so I decided to make myself a peanut butter and honey sandwich. We were out of honey, and it was my first choice, so I decided to wait until I got to work where I had honey. (You can see it coming, can’t you?)

I drove to work because it was so late. When I got to work I was emptying my pockets on my desk and what did I find? Yep. Both sets of keys. That means that Christina can’t drive herself to work today because I have her car keys. (For that, I might as well have taken her car instead of the truck. Her car has a radio and air conditioning.)

I made arrangements for my brother to take Christina to work later this afternoon and then went to make my sandwich. Turns out, we are out of honey at work. So I ended up with just a plain peanut butter sandwich, which is about 10 steps below either a PB and honey or a PB and jelly sandwich.

So, in the spirit of Disney, I ask you,

“Hey, I’ve been turned into a cow. Can I go home?”