Never again

Life with a new baby makes some things take a back seat. Sometimes it's intentional; sometimes it just happens. 

Our poor little pup, Piper, doesn't get as much attention from me as she used to...unless it's me scolding her for barking and/or growling at nothing (usually when the baby is trying to sleep).

The new parent adjustment period also caused us to slack a bit on Piper's annual check-up at the vet.  What got me off my butt to get her to the vet? I called the kennel to make a reservation for Piper for when we'll be out of town soon, and they asked if she was current on her shots. 

Ouch. I'm certainly not proud of it. But, at least it reminded me. I set an appointment and took her into the vet today. The appointment was at 3:50. So, I loaded up the dog and the boy, and off we went. I was excited that the appointment worked out perfectly with the baby's schedule for the day, and it would give me an opportunity to get to the chiropractor for a post-concert back adjustment.

Wrong.

See, I'm not the one who usually takes Piper to the vet. That's usually Jason's job. I was under the impression that I'd drop her off, head to the chiropractor's office for my adjustment, then swing back by to pick the pup up.

Wrong.

I didn't realize that I would be staying for the entire exam, shots and anal violation of my furry friend. Minor inconvenience, right?

Wrong.

Try simultaneously carrying an almost 15-pound infant (in a car seat), wearing a diaper bag on your shoulder and directing/dragging a 32-pound, terrified dog. It turns you into a wide load that's driving recklessly.

Not easy. Not fun. Not something I'm willing to try again in this century.

When I find mystery bruises later, remind me that I probably received them during this lapse in judgment. 

Piper, before she realized where 

the  fun car ride would end.