You know those days, those perfect days, that you carefully plan down to the last detail? When the kids are going to play with Grandma and you're going to catch up on lots of things that you've been putting off for days, weeks...months?
And then, from the minute you step out of bed, your day starts deteriorating?
Until it finally culminates in the moment you rush into a vet appointment, ten minutes late, with a limp, sleeping two-year-old draped over one arm and a dog pulling at the leash clutched in the other and the unmistakable odor of dirty diaper billowing around you like a bad-day cloud?
That was my day.
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