I feel like I've been running around for the past three weeks. Moving my mom, taking care of sick children, taking care of housework, running kids to various appointments, working, trying to get my novel edited...
And my husband hasn't been around for much of it. It's not his fault - his boss has sent him to work at another of their newly-acquired companies and he gets home late.
So why did I decide, after all of this chaos in my life, to clip the dog's toenails? I should have left well enough alone. But I didn't. The first three feet were okay. But on the last foot, I cut one of the nails too short and blood started pouring out.
Frantic, I called hubby to ask him where he'd put the powder to stop the blood (it came in the nail-clipping kit) and he replied with the now-familiar, "I don't know where I put it." BIG SIGH. So I jump on the Internet and find that you can put flour on the nail to make it stop bleeding.
Only one problem with that. The puppy, cute little Doobie, starts to lick off the flour! We gave him food to keep him busy and the nail finally clotted. But a little while later, he started licking it again and it re-opened. Another BIG SIGH.
But the worst, THE WORST, part came later.
There' s a teddy bear on the floor in the basement. It's a fairly big teddy bear and I don't know why no one thinks to pick it up.
Anyway, Doobie, the cute puppy who is swiftly turning into a cute monster, decides he wants to "get busy" with the teddy bear. I try to pull the teddy bear away and he gives me the evil eye. But I bravely forged ahead and rescued the teddy bear. Unfortunately, "Mr. Happy" was alive and well, if you know what I mean. And it took it awhile to, um, how should I say this delicately..."deflate."
And to think - I had grand plans of coming home and having a quiet evening working on my novel.
Which is why I told my husband that I was going out tonight. It's my boss's last day and we're having a party. And he, being the good man that he is, said, "You need a babysitter?" and I said, "YES." And even better man that he is, he said, "I'll take care of it. YOU NEED SOME FUN."
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