I’m leaving tomorrow for my first 2 week vacation in God knows how long. We’ve taken weekends off here and there, but haven’t really left for more than 5 days or so in at least 2 years. Maybe longer.
I thought I’d had EVERYTHING set. New tires on the car. Reservations at cute lil’ B&Bs. Money put aside for vacation costs. Lots of guide books. List of stuff to pack. Housesitter to take care of the dog and water the plants.
I call said housesitter this morning to arrange a time for her to come over and get a key. She’s house sat for us before - a college student, daughter of my brother’s wife, which I guess makes her my step-niece. I just moved back to my hometown last year, so I missed most of her growing up years, but she seems responsible. Not a partier. A girl with a Good Head On Her Shoulders.
She just proved to me that no matter how great she seems, she really is still a twenty year old, slightly scatterbrained girl. While I was talking to her, she mentions in passing that she’s going to be out of town with a girlfriend for two nights of our trip.
Um… excuse me? I thought you were HOUSESITTING for us! That usually implies that YOU’RE AT THE HOUSE.
<sigh>
She had gone ahead and arranged with her parents (my brother and his wife) to watch the dog while she was gone. Something about he’d stay at our house at night, but at their house during the day in their fenced back yard, with her 16 year old brother and 14 year old sister watching him.
I get off the phone, slightly upset at this news. I talk to Mr. Athena. We’re not sure we want the dog staying here alone at night. We’re not certain why he’s not staying at brother’s house at night, but I suspect it has something to do with my brother being horribly allergic to dogs. And what about all the other stuff we need her to do, like water the hanging flower baskets that need to be watered every single day or they’ll die? And bringing in the mail and newspaper?
Shit.
I call my mother. “Am I nuts to be a little upset at this?” She says No, I’d be upset, too. Then she says “But what about their pool in the backyard? What if the doggy falls in the pool? He’ll drown!”
Thanks, Mom.
OK, so doggy can’t stay at brother’s house during the day, and alone at our house at night. What to do? Mother mentioned another niece. Nope, sorry, Niece B, although I love her dearly, is NOT responsible enough to trust with our house. Finally, my mother offers to take the doggy for a couple days. It’s not ideal, as my mother doesn’t have a fenced yard. Both her and my Dad are recovering from surgeries, and my Dad recently had a stroke. I don’t like dumping the dog on them, but given that we’re leaving in the morning, I don’t see what else I can do.
I’m also now stuck with having to talk to step-niece and somehow express the fact that we’re a bit miffed that she won’t be here every night, even though we arranged with her months ago to do this and we’re paying her to be here. I need to express this without 1) pissing her off so that she says “fuck it, I’m not gonna housesit at all” and 2) creating a major family scene about the whole thing.
I also have to explain to her why her plan of having doggy stay at brother’s house just isn’t gonna work.
Why don’t things EVER go smoothly? Why does having pets and taking trips seem to be mutualy exclusive passtimes? And why o why does this ALWAYS seem to happen the DAY before the trip, when I’m busy as hell anyway?