"Where are your shoes?"
"I don't know a bad guy must of took them." the baby says. Everything in this house that goes wrong is blamed on this bad guy, and I have yet to met him. If he is lurking about stealing our stuff and creating all kinds of havoc I would at least like an introduction!
So onward with the search we find the shoes outside in the back yard, I know most of the bad guys hiding spots by now, so we didn't have to search long. We get the socks and shoes on as the oldest comes running in where he has been waiting in the van for like ten minutes.
"Mom you forgot to put my hockey pants on!"
"They won't fit me!"
"No mom on me" I look at him and sure enough there are no pants! How do you forget that? I would answer that question, but my mind draws a blank. So as we are struggling to get these padded pants on over his skates, the baby goes out the front door followed by one of the dogs. I manage to get the pants over the skates, and we run for the front door and the dog is up the street and the neighbor is trying to get him back home.
"Mom we can't leave Doc!" all three of them scream.
"Well I don't have time to chase him get in the damn van."
They are all crying, and I am mad and ready to strangle the stupid dog. The neighbor kid gets him home as I am loading everyone up. I try to get him in the house he escapes from my grasp and jumps in the van.
"Doc house now"
Blank look like he has no clue what I am talking about!
I try to drag him out of the van to no avail.
"Damn dog now your going to have to sit in the van until practice is over. Your gonna die of a heat stroke you idiot!"
"huhhhhhhuuhhh" is the only response I get as he crawled up in the seat next to the oldest. So we speed to the rink, I throw the oldest and all his gear out, run him into the rink, yell to the coaches that I will be back in a bit, and drive the 25 minutes back to the house to put my dumb ass dog back in! I missed the first 15 minutes of practice, but managed to not get caught speeding!