Playing in sprinklers

OMG! This is not my week of mornings! Let's recap:

Tuesday: dog puke

Wednesday: cockroaches

Thursday: sprinklers

As I write this, I'm sitting at my desk with wet pants. Not just damp. Soaking wet, from the knee down. Wet shoes, too.

Is it too early to spike my coffee?

Here's what happened: We have the exterminator coming today. We also have David and Lauren's dog, Sadie, while they are on vacation. I come up with the idea to drop the dogs off at David and Lauren's on my way into work so they aren't there while the pest control is happening. Then I can pick them back up on my way home. Sounds good in theory, right?

So I get the dogs and drive to their house. Interesting fact - it's raining. Also interesting fact - I'm afraid of alarm systems. This is relevant here, because all morning while getting dressed, I'd been asking Mike, "what's their code again? Do I hit anything after I punch in the numbers? How about when I leave? How do I know if I didn't get it in time?"

So I'm a little worked up anyway.

I pull into the driveway, and leave the dogs in the car to open up the front door and deal with The Alarm. While I'm playing with the key in the door... wait for it... the freakin' sprinkler system comes on. And the freakin' sprinkler sprays right. at. the. door. Where. I'm. standing.

The key is stuck, I'm freaked about the alarm, and I'm standing in a steady stream of water!!

I swear, where were the cameras?

I finally get the door open, and the alarm doesn't go off. Now I'm really freaked out. Is it a silent alarm? If it's a silent alarm, how do I know if I disarmed it? OMG, is someone in the house right now? Why the F&%# am I wet!!??!!

I take a deep breath and try to think rationally. (Which is hard to do, by the way, at 7 a.m. in the morning, before coffee, when you're wet in your work clothes.) I can hear their bird chirping, which means they probably have a neighbor coming over to feed it. So the neighbor probably also has a fear of The Alarm, and just didn't turn it back on.

Okay, that's dealt with. Shoot. The dogs are still in the car. Out in the car, beyond The Sprinkler. I stand inside the glass door looking at The Sprinkler. I have to go through it to get the dogs, go through it to bring the dogs in the house, and go through it to get back to the car to get to work.

OMG! This is so totally not my week!

At least the sprnkler was a rotating one, so I could time running out of and back into and out of again, the house. Dogs finally get safely inside.

Now I have to decide if I turn The Alarm back on. It wasn't on when I came in. What if it was never set, so the neighbor wouldn't have to deal with it? If I set it, what if the neighbor doesn't know the code? F&%#. This is totally not my week.

I'm finally in the office now, with wet pants. I decided that after this morning - and week - I totally deserved to treat myself to a bagel with peanut butter and a really big coffee:

Sigh. I'm afraid of what's in store for tomorrow morning.