The entire month of August passed without an update from me. Did you miss me? I missed you, too, in between long sips of Pink Bikini-tini and enjoying the sunshine at the lake.
Maybe instead of going back to the days of trying to write something every few days, I should just post monthly updates instead. Of course, that would mean I'd have to ACTUALLY POST MONTHLY UPDATES. What a concept.
The end of August was a high time (the two older kids went back to school and not a moment too soon. There is a reason summer vacation is 10 weeks long because as much as we love the little buggers that's also about how long it takes for us to drive each other crazy before bloodshed or severe alcoholism kicks in.) They were thrilled to be back and once the school-bus drama (another post...maybe next month?) got sorted out, everything was coming up roses!
The low time came at the end of the month when we put our beloved-pain-in-the-ass, Marla, down. We have known since last summer the day was coming and our poor 14 year old pooch was suffering with hip dysplasia, deafness and a whole host of other problems.
Jeff and I brought her to the vet's together and I thought I was going to vomit from crying so hard. We got to spend a fair bit of time with her while the sedative was taking effect and we told her over and over how much we loved her, what a good dog she was and also saying thank you. Thank you for being so awesome, thank you for loving us even when we were total shitheads to you, thank you for giving me that extra sense of security that someone else was there to protect me and my babies if need be. In seconds, she was gone.
And I know she's not in pain and for that I'm glad, but I'm left wondering when I'm going to stop hearing her nails clicking on the floors? When will I stop walking around "her"? As in the spots in the kitchen where she was always laying down waiting for a piece of food to fall or the rug in the living room and just this morning I did a step-back/step-over because I thought (like always) she was laying on the floor right behind my feet. When will we all stop filling up her dish with water because it's there next to the water cooler?
And as of Monday this week, I'm back to work.
*sigh*
My life of leisure is officially over.
