Readers, the byline on my blog should give some “indication” that a day in the life of AuburnChick is no ordinary, blah-blah day.
Take today, for instance.
First of all, it was a Monday…but no ordinary Monday. It was a Monday after a weekend of soccering, which meant that I was already starting behind the 8-ball.
I got up my usual 15 minutes past when I should have. I’ve become a night owl and just cannot seem to get into bed before 12 or 12:30.
Ugh.
The kids and I did devotions. This was the only calm part of my day.
Somehow, on the way out the door, Chicky and I managed to have a knock-down-drag-out argument.
Great.
I despise starting the day like that.
Next, I went to school, where I had the pleasure (and I mean that in an evil-grin-sort-of-way) of surprising a few students who were not expecting me to be their sub for the next two weeks. Envision this:
Said students lazily walk in to class…semi-smiles on their faces…chatting it up with other said students.
They briefly glance up to see Your’s Truly standing at the podium in front of the class.
“Cough, grumble, grumble,” was all I heard out of their mouths.
I smiled a Cheshire Cat Smile.
Gotcha!
“You better watch what you say,” one student says to an unsuspecting classmate. “She hears everything,” he continues.
They know me well.
I then overhear something said about me and say something in response, to the surprise of the guilty offender.
He looks up, surprised.
“Told you so,” says the other student.
I laugh.
I was pleasantly surprised to discover that first period was not as bad as last semester’s class. Second period was a dream.
That was the best part of my day.
I had Planning after second period and went to pick up the dogs. Ok. This was another good part of my day…seeing their happy, waggy behinds greeting me. I had paid a little extra to get all three bathed, and they were soft, fluffy, and smelled like doggy perfume.


Pele thought I was up to something…I think he was worried I would be dropping him off at the doggy hotel again…

Aubie was her usual happy self, but you can’t tell it in the picture below. She assumed her “I Didn’t Eat for a Week to Fit into My Outfit Model Face” when asked to pose…

I hurried to gather a few coupons together, planning to head back to the grocery store for a few more items before the current sales end. However, it was just at that time that I received a text from Rooster…
“Mama, can you come get me at lunch. I’m sick.”
Oh no. I get visibly upset when my children are sick. I mean, you’d think I’d don a professional “doctor” attitude…semi-cold and all business when the kids don’t feel well, but noooooo…I have to get all weepy-worried still! Ugh. Remember…I have turned into a cryer.
Anyhoo…I ran back to the school, this time in Mom-Mode, not Substitute-Mode.
Now, you have to understand that when Rooster gets sick, he REALLY gets sick. He’s not your sniffly kind of kid. He has a strong immune system, so when a virus hits, he goes down hard.
He went straight to bed when he got home.
Ever the practical gal and wanting to get my free spaghetti sauce, I headed to the store, where I got this for $1.83, saving over $20…

During my trip, though, I received a phone call from Rooster.
“Mama, where are you?”
“I’m at Publix. Are you okay?”
“I threw up, and I need you to come home and clean it up,” he said.
“Weren’t you in the bathroom,” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
“No, I couldn’t make it there,” he said. “I threw up on the floor.”
Great. This is just what every mother wants to hear when she’s in the process of putting food in her buggy. Kind of takes the appetite away, you know?
Unfortunately, this is not the first time he’s done this. The last time he got sick, he tried to be smart and threw up into his trash can. The only problem? It was a wicker basket. Everything went right through.
Blech.
Well, I made an instant decision. Rooster will be cleaning up the puke when he feels better, and as soon as we’re financially able, that carpet is getting replaced. Between dog puke and human puke, we’ve covered almost his entire room.
Blech.
Sorry for the vivid imagery. I know you didn’t ask for it. However, when you load up my blog, you do so at your own risk. All’s fair in love and AuburnChick’s blog, eh?
LOL
The rest of my afternoon was spent arguing with Chicky (as only moms and daughters can do), discussing my “issues,” and catching up on laundry from the weekend.
Oh yeah, and answering phone calls from Rooster.
Yep. He used his cell phone to call me from his bedroom to ask me to take him a glass of water.
Seriously?
Yep.
Poor kid. He has FCAT the next two days, and I’m thinking he’s going to have to make them up.
But, if you live in my world, today’s events are really not that unusual. It’s just another day in my life.
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Sending get well wishes for Rooster!
I can SO relate to this post! Hope Rooster gets better soon!