I apologize for not posting yesterday, but it’s been a bit crazy. It’s all good, but still, a lot to juggle. Here’s what’s going on:
All my siblings were in town. ALL of us (Well, all of us except my sister-in-law and nephew and 3 nieces). That’s rare. My sister, brother-in-law and niece live in St. Louis, my brother and sister-in-law live in Pittsburgh, and my other brother, sister-in-law and their chil’rens just moved close-by to Decatur. So when the planets aligned and we all ended up in town when it wasn’t Christmas, we all gathered at my mom and dad’s house to have lunch and visit for the day.
And then we took my brother’s dog home. Rascal is a 4.5 pound, fluffy, and very non-threatening maltipoo.
He is pretty much Lisa’s dog, but also considers Jonathan, Tyler, Madeline, Anna Kate, and Violet to be members of his pack. However, with Lisa going out of town with the kids and Jonathan doing a rotation at a new hospital for his cardiology fellowship, we volunteered to watch him for the week.
Enter the madness.
We brought Rascal home to a couple of dogs who take a few hours to adjust to having another dog in their house. They didn’t hurt him or anything, but we felt like we needed to spend Sunday evening watching out for trouble. By that night they were getting along. By yesterday, Rascal was initiating wrestling matches. Did I mention that he’s 4.5 pounds? And that Liam is 32 lbs? Sam is 21 lbs? Well they are. The dog is nuts. But they don’t hurt him, and they all seem to be having fun now.
Just to be on the safe side, I’ve been bringing Rascal to work with me. Oh, did I mention that the Lineberrys are moving? And that Will has more teeth coming in?
Multiply the madness.
There are boxes EVERYWHERE, a one year old who is fussy, and a dog who doesn’t leave my side. I’m also trying to pack up Will’s room for them, which is upstairs. But Rascal isn’t allowed upstairs (I’m not complaining; I’m just grateful they let me bring him over at all.), and when I go up without him, he stands at the bottom and cries until I’m back.
And this morning, I get up, and it’s POURING down rain. I mean, buckets and buckets.
It’s at this point that I just start to laugh. And count my blessings.
1. Will loves dogs.
2. Rascal is used to kids.
3. My dogs haven’t caused Rascal any harm.
4. We really needed the rain.
5. I went grocery shopping yesterday, so that’s taken care of.
6. I didn’t get in trouble for smuggling Rascal into the grocery store in my purse like Paris Hilton.
7. It feels good to help people out, even if I’m only packing up one room for them.
8. I can give Will medicine for the pain of teething.
9. Rascal is housebroken, so I don’t have to worry about that.
10. I knew I wasn’t going out with Will in this soup today, so I slept in and made very little effort to look like a human being instead of a zombie.
Those are all good things, right? And I’ve always been a little crazy anyway.
Bring on the madness.