My week was a string of "One of those days"
Well, one can only go uphill from a day like Tuesday, right? Uphill you know so you can plummet down an empty elevator shaft screaming to every known Diety in the universe... yeah just like that.
You all read the aforementioned blog post about the adventures of small country life in the big unknown?
Well here is a summary of the week thus far, it's just too crazy not to share.
Wednesday (the following day)- I was putting Conny down for a nap around 2. I was lying down on the bed with her on my tummy (her favorite sleeping position) when she half pushes herself off my stomach and projectile vomits on me. EVERYWHERE. It got all over me: on my shirt, my leggins, some even got in my bra (I didn't notice until later after I had showered it had gotten in my hair). Since I had already been thrown up on, I help her tight so that is she needed to throw up more she would get it on me and not on the carpet or clean blankets. She gave two or three good heaves and unloaded the entire contents of her day; we smelt like a mixture of sour milk, salami, and casserole. It was disgusting. Luckily I can control my gag reflex when it concerns matters with other people. I somehow always end up being the one holding someone's hair.
I bathe myself and Conny, and while I am toweling Conny off I myself am in a towel I hear Tony (the Dalmation mix) barking from the front yard. I look out the window to see him in the front yard barking at passing dogs. I frantically run downstairs, in a towel naked baby in tow while I open the front door and start yelling for Tony to come back from the front porch. All I needed was rollers in my hair and for a gust of wind to blow my towel off and show my fat butt to the entire village and I could have struck "comedy gold".
Thursday- Was "ehhh" until the evening and then it was really chaotic and stressful becuase Conny was being unbearable and crying. There was miscommunication involving a pizza. It was very complicated. ((Luckily today afternoon it got all sorted). I did however have a small shining moment in German class. My (Russian) German teacher asked the glass (all immigrants) if we knew what Satellit was. I immediately shouted out "SPUTNIK!!!" and almost gave the poor lady in heart attack:
She turned around and questioned me (German in a Russian accent is scarier than German itself) "What did you say?!"
I meekly answered "...Sputnik.." but this time I said it with a German accent so it came out more like "Schpuhtneek"
...and then she broke out in a huge smile "GENAU!" (exactly). I think she was very very surprised that the token American in the entire class of people who grew up in the former USSR knew what Sputnik was. Seriously, everyone is from Polland, or Lithuania, or Kazakstahn and speak Russian amongst themselves when German fails them.
Point 1 for American Public Education!
Friday- This day was the money day... the morning was uneventful..if you can count waking up at 6 am to watch a 16 month old than yes. Oh wait, I forgot. Conny entertained herself by destroying the photo collage I made her for her birthday. Somehow she managed to open up the frame and peel off half of the stickers and photos from it. I'm going to attempt to save it.
Around 2 Conny had some diarrhea. It was pretty bad, it got on her onesie and her tights so I decided the best solution was to give her a bath. I put her in the tub and hosed her down with the detachable shower arm. While I was washing Conny off she was screaming and trying to get away from me.I dropped the shower arm on the floor.
Normal showers work like this: usually you pull up on the handle and the shower turns on, pushing down turns off the water. Correct? Not this one!
I quickly slammed down on the handle to turn off the water and instead of turning the water off it shot full power at my face! I got immediately soaked like someone in a sitcom. My hair, my clothes, the ceiling and surrounding areas were drenched.
Later in the afternoon I took the dogs for a walk, for some silence. On the way home Chief was running off leash (normal practice for people in the countryside where there are no cars). I was walking a ways back and then I saw a black dog. not just A black dog, no THE black dog. These two dogs, Chief and the black one hate each other whenever we walk by that house Chied goes crazy and starts barking and vice versa.
The two dogs are going at it and I am too far to do anything. I am trying to keep a low voice and keep calling to Chief but the female owner of the other dog is just screaming and trying to the dogs with her leash to break them apart. I am trying to get closer, but everytime I do Tony starts going crazy and trying to bite the dog. There are two teenage spectators who are just looking and I'm yelling in my head "WHY IS NO ONE COMING TO TAKE MY DOG SO I CAN HELP CHIEF!!"
I was afraid of getting bit, but also I knew I had to separate the dogs. They were crazy and wild and there was blood everywhere. On the floor, the dogs were both covered in it. Finally I help Tony with my left hand and reached to the black dog with my right where my hand hooked on his collar. I tried pulling him off the Chief who was pinned under him but he still had his jaw locked around Chief's neck. FINALLY one of the teens came over to take Tony as I was calling to the lady to please take Chief so I could pull them apart (she didn't). I then just lodged my left hand in between the two dogs while saying a prayer I jammed my right leg between them and pushed. I was able to pull them apart enough that the lady finally grabbed her dog.
Afterwards my hands were shaking as I put the leash on Chief. I felt myself about to hyperventilate but I reeled myself in and just concentrated on getting the dogs home. My hands were covered in blood as (I later realized) my pants were too. I looked like I could have committed a murder.
I walked home as fast as I could in complete stoicism. I only knew I had to get home as fast as I could. When I got home, I went in through the side gate (during the fight I lost my keys and couldn’t find them later when I went back) and called Cat outside. I think my voice started to crack because she came out as fast as she could and she asked “What happened?” I lost it. I started crying and shaking. It was utterly terrifying. The fight seemed to go on forever and I felt so helpless.
After a thorough evaluation of Chief and Tony (who also had some bites from getting to close to the fight) and a phone call to the other dog owner it was established that all dogs were ok. Cat calmed me down-well really she told me to calm down and I forced myself to do it (being a Psychology major I know all the tricks). Cat says she herself has been caught in two dog fights with the same dog. No stitches were required what we think happened is the black dog must have got a cut I his mouth that bled all over Chief. Since Chief is mostly white, the entire thing looked worse than what it really was.
Still, it was terrifying and I don’t think I’ll be letting Chief off leash anytime soon.
And that has been my week so far, oh and did I mentioned I’ve been with the kids for the better part of the days and up at 6am every day? Because I sure have!
[Edit/Update] Friday just proceeded to get "bette"r in the evening, Clarissa ended up throwing up all evening and into the night which meant that Cat had to sleep with Clarissa to take care of her and I slept with Conny to take care of her (Christian is on a business trip in Russia). I got less than 5 hours of sleep only to be woken up at 7:30 by a cat yowling out Conny's window. That of course woke her up from a sound sleep thus dashing all hopes of sleeping in (even until 9 would have been fantastic and completely plausible since Conny didn't fall asleep until after 10:30. >.>
So, who wants to see what the rest of Saturday and Sunday can throw at me? I'm so exhausted I feel nauseous.