I found myself in a funny predicament recently when visiting my son, daughter in law & my granddaughter for a few days. Funny, that is, if you happened to be a bystander watching me & the comedy show that ensued.
In an attempt to offer Mom, my daughter in law, a bit of time to herself, I set out to take our wee LAM for a nice, long walk.
You see, our precious girl is not so fond of sleep these days, preferring instead to wake after a half hour or so, regardless of how tired she is. My mission? To have her nap last longer than 20 minutes, ideally working towards the 2 hour mark!
Suiting up with my granddaughter strapped to my body in a carrier, and the dog at my side, we made our way to the dog park, in the hopes of the fresh air lulling our wee gal into a deep sleep.
Having received about 2 feet of fresh snow in the area, walking was a bit of a challenge but with the sun shining & high hopes of giving Mom a break, we set off on our little adventure.
Grandma, grand baby & grand dog, making their way to the dog park. We were a happy lot for the first little while.
LAM fell asleep without much fussing & seemed quite content against my increasingly, sweating body. Fozz (the dog) was elated to be running in the dog park, & seemed unfazed as he frolicked in the snow up to his chest.
As for Grandma, the fresh air, the beautiful snow & the opportunity to have my precious LAM sleeping blissfully against my chest, filled my heart with absolute contentment.
After a beautiful walk, I was feeling victorious as we were approaching the 2 hour mark.
This is when the comedy show began. Deciding it was time to head home, we began making our way back to the gate of the dog park, when I inadvertently stepped off the beaten path.
Into snow above my knees. With a baby strapped to the front of me.
The dog took this as a cue that I wanted to play, thinking I had purposely dropped to my knees to engage at his level. Running circles around me excitedly, I waved him away, quietly muttering, “no Fozz”, trying not to wake the baby as I struggled to get myself up.
As I stood there knee-deep in snow, I couldn’t help but thinking I should be yelling “MAN DOWN!” I did not, for fear I would wake the baby.
With LAM now starting to fuss, I somehow managed to work my way to a small little tree sticking up out of the snow, just big enough to grab hold of the trunk to use as leverage to pull myself up.
The baby was nice & dry; I was not.
Covered in snow with the dog still running circles around me, I watched in utter panic as he ran right out the gate of the fenced dog park, which was pried open because of all of the accumulated snow.
FUCK! Crap! Now fearing I would lose the dog, I willed my feet to act like snow shoes, as I gingerly made my way back to the main path, all the while gently bouncing & shushing the baby, & cursing the dog under my breath.
Making a b-line for the gate to capture the dog & trying not to raise my voice in a panicked tone, the stars aligned for a brief moment as the dog came to stand beside me so that I could put on his leash.
As I attempted to fumble with his leash with my snow laden mittens, Fozz noticed a dog he didn’t particularly like, & lunged forward pulling me down to my knees once again. I think it was at this point a passerby asked if they could help.
Being the stubborn mule I am & determined to get myself together, I politely said, “no thank you, I’m good!” Finally managing to right myself, I chuckled most of the way home, thinking of how I must have looked to any onlooker who happened to witness my shenanigans!
I am sure this is not the last time this Grandma will find herself knee-deep in it, in some sort of comical predicament. The good news is, baby, dog & Grandma, all managed to survive the ordeal unscathed, although admittedly, cocktail hour may have come early that day!
Wishing you a wonderful day.