This week has been crazy for me. We still had work going on in 3 rooms of the house due to the water leak, thankfully we have the best contractor EVER! Then I had to do even more school supply shopping- yes- after the $100 I'd already spent. More highlighters- more erasers -more specific pencils- more paper -more jump drives....Geesh! More more more .... one teacher requested a bag of candy???? I refuse to by candy- won't do it, can't make me!
Add to this, Riley's flip flops (addidas not cheapos) broke - you can't "fix" flip flops, my cell phone broke- the keypad is failing- Scott's car is still not fixed - and the worst thing our 10 yr old yellow lab Maddie is pooping out on us.
A little background on Maddie. Despite using flea and tick preventive, Maddie got Lyme's Diseases 3 years ago. She went into cardiac failure, then into kidney failure. We (our Vet) tried for 3 weeks, everything we could to get her well, what she needed to live was a kidney transplant.
My vet finally said "Take her home and let her die with your family in peace and where she is comfortable and loved". So we brought her home. She was skin and bones 44 pounds , down from 80. She couldn't stand, eat, ect... so we put her on the sofa in the basement and watched her lie there for days. All the while I gave her water with a syringe, and a paste with calories in it. Amazingly, the day before we decided to let the vet help her along to doggie heaven - she perked up. And improved S L O W L Y over the next few months.
That was 3 years ago, and up until now, she has been like a 3 yr old dog! Her kidney values say she should be dead, our vet has her at #1 on his list of dogs that should be dead that aren't. The past few days she has been weak, vomiting her dog food, listless, losing weight, just all around looks like crud. The classic signs that the kidneys are getting worse.
Here she is as a puppy, then when she was sick, skeletal actually, next she is on my loveseat - which she should not be, and then in the snow this winter.
Riley went to bed the night before school started crying... which made me cry. Denton, who loves Maddie too, asked about her as soon as she got up that morning and as soon as she got home from school. I'm torn on whether to treat her symptoms more aggressively by taking her to the vet or managing her at home. There's really nothing the vet can do but prolong her with fluids. And she is still drinking water and eating a little shaved turkey. I think she's been a miracle so far and I'll let her gracefully live for as long as she can, by doing it herself. When she's ready to let go, I'll let her, with dignity. And then I will fall apart - love love love that dog
Next I will whine about being Scott's personal shuttle to work and home for the past 2 weeks. His car's AC went out weeks ago and to save a little money he took it to a place run by Serbian brothers (I will not tell you the name because I fear they will come after my family if I complain about them too much) they were recommended by one of Scott's residents whom I need to have a conversation with I believe...
The place is shady to say the least and after "fixing" the AC now the steering pump and a bunch of other junk is now wrong??? I dare ask "will the car ever be right again?" It's an old Audi A6 that Scott LOVES! But repairing the well loved car is EXPENSIVE! I complain alot about this car. At this point I just want Scott to get the car home so we can take it someplace else - but every time we call, the car is "in pieces" holy car parts Batman, this is not looking good....
So, I take him to work and I pick him up.... did I mention my truck gets like 14 mpg on a good day and not in traffic? Also, the UVa students think they are all bulletproof and I magically will not hit them even though they dart into the street like squirrels....
The cell phone. I have had this phone for 1.5 yrs - it's a palm centro and I really like it. But it doesn't like my lifestyle. I shove it in my pocket when I ride, I shove it in my pocket when I run, it bounces around in the golf cart as well. There are no real protective cases for it that are conducive to being outside and banging into things. Plus my kids text on it all the flipping time. I use it for web browsing, email, ect... I am a master at hip dialing people! If you get a call from me, well, listen up, you may hear me signing (in which case I'd hang up it's not worth the pain) or talking to myself or the horse or Oliver (you may hear swearing or it could be entertaining).
So today I get my new phone- a Blackberry - I'm sceered of the learning curve but I'm willing to try it out. Denton is BESIDE herself for some reason? I just learned all the dang buttons on the palm!
MY last words here are that maybe all this happened in order for me not to freak out so bad about my kids going back to school. I had such a wonderful Summer with them this year. Denton playing golf and Riley with the horse. Things were busy but they flowed nicely.
Denton has become a young woman, who is a huge hormonal pain in the butt at times , but also sweet and caring. And I like where we are as mom and daughter right now. So I'll relish it and hope it lasts or gets even better. I just can not believe my little Peapie is in 9th grade. I have 4 years left with her here.
Riley looks to little to go to 6th grade. My friend Pascale saw her daughter & Riley walking this morning to school and said they look so grown up yet still so little. Riley came home yesterday beaming and saying how much she loved middle school. She's my rule follower and she sat down and did everything that each teacher asked. She organized her whole school schedule last night.
This being said, it was so weird not having them home til 4:30 pm. I'm use to Riley being home around 2:30 or so. But middle and high school starts late in our county and gets out late as well.
By 2 pm I was bored and folding laundry did not seem appealing... I think I need to get a life ....
At least today I will get to spend an inordinate amount of time trying to figure out how to answer in coming calls on my new cell phone - right?
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