So, mothers day. What a fuck up.

Mothers Day.

I was meant to sleep in, be woken nicely by a cup of tea and snuggly children, before enjoying a lovely relaxing day.

That however, was not what happened.

Amy woke up and I got up with her, to grab her breakfast before diving back into bed and prodding Nathan awake. After Amy had come to bed too and stuck her hideously cold feet on my stomach, I was more awake than asleep. Isaac woke up shortly afterwards and despite kicking Nathan out of bed to deal with the kidlets, I was soundly awake.

Seven also spent a good deal of time barking outside my bedroom window.

So I sucked it up. I got up and had a cup of tea sitting outside with Nathan. I probably should have realised then that Susie wasn’t about when I didn’t have to fend off muddy puppy paws and LOVELOVELOVELOVE. Heh.

I showered, interrupted lots by my small children, before getting dressed and realising Nathan wasn’t about.

I didn’t think anything of it until he came inside looking shaken.

Someone had hit Susie with their car. Stopped to move her off the road, and yet, they hadn’t bothered coming to knock on the door to let us know.

You know, whoever you are? Thanks for that.

Now, it’s not like I live in the suburbs. There are 2 houses within a 500m radius and we’re right next to each other. And Susie was hit right outside our house.

Sigh.

From the look of her, she died instantly and for that, I’m grateful.

Needless to say, I wasn’t expecting to spend mothers day morning watching Nathan dig a grave for my dog.

We went out shopping anyway, grumpy as we were, vowing to kick people in the shins if we got a chance (we didn’t).

That was a crap shoot too. Insane drivers – a P plater who was more interested in talking to her friend than staying within the road lines, a HUGE SALE that was more a bunch of junk thrown into bins and priced and two children determinded to disappear in different directions. We won’t mention the many and varied dislocations. My ribs, I think they’ve forgotten what their purpose is in life. No longer are they a protect the lungs and heart cage of bone, instead they’re a slidey held together by chewing gum bundle of pokey bits.

After we’d found both Sushi places closed (what? I wanted sushi for lunch), we gave up and went to McDonalds. At least we know their chips are GF for Amy. It wasn’t even pleasant to have burgers, which are normally a pretty large treat.

I finally convinced Nathan to take me driving through the Derwent Valley, so that I could take some photos, only to discover a few minutes down the road that I’d left my SD card at home, so photos weren’t on the plan after all.

Sigh.

Fucked up day.

After finding Susie dead, the rest of the day didn’t really have a chance did it?

Tomorrow. Tomorrow will be better.

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Other news, installment #2 of my Welcome to the Interwebs series is up on the other blog. You should read it.