Day three of being home and I’m still passing out at 7:00 and wide awake by 3:30am. I guess watching chicken documentaries in my living room isn’t the best way to stay awake.
I told the boys to prepare themselves for luxury. There will be blankets, pillows, free drinks, movies, and lots of food that doesn’t come from my backpack.
I mean, OF COURSE I have a half naked dog with a mysterious skin condition. It seems like being high maintenance and weird is a requiremnt of being close to me.
I’m ready to let go of the sadness and embrace the beauty that was Blue’s life.
And then do you know know what he said? I AM ONLY HALF WAY THERE! WOOT!!!
I found these two memes on the internet. Together they reflect the highs and lows of motherhood, especially when you look at the context which is always, and forever, humor.
This is classic Loony magical thinking. Somehow the clouds will part – just for him! – and he will avoid the legendary equatorial rainy seasons because he is on vacation.
I managed a brief conversation with Ray from Philly who is an electrical engineer visiting a water treatment plant in Broomfield. That happened sometime between when I sent the angry text and the ladies showed up
Loony spiced up our morning by some forced togetherness amongst That Fucking Cat and Scheissehund. I never knew that cats could roll their eyes.
I hope one day he will become a writer. Not because I think being a writer makes you special or worthy, but because I really like what he has to say and the way he says it.