Dog Barf on My Bed? What Next?!

If you’re here for a cheery inspirational and uplifting post, this one isn’t it.  Just FYI.

My week got off to a great start.  I mean, yesterday morning, my e-mail inbox was full of e-mails that not only frustrated me, but made me feel stupid.  I don’t like that feeling.  It gives me a headache; and, thanks to the weather, I’ve been having quite enough headaches lately. 

I feel like I’ve been dealing with a lot of confrontation lately too.  I hate confrontation. I’m starting to feel like, no matter what I do, it’s making somebody mad.  As I was contemplating this, I got to thinking that people sometimes get mad for the wrong reasons.  You know, feelings are overrated.  I could go into a long rabbit-trail with this because I’ve got lots of thoughts rolling around in my mind right now.  But, instead, I’ll just say this --- if I’ve done something that causes you to want to confront me, please stop and think before doing so – is God frowning?  Because, if not, I’d prefer you leave well enough alone.  Thank you very much. 

Our dog Sallie has a lump on her cheek that the vet wants to remove.  Since they have to put her under anyway, we opted to have her fixed at the same time.  So, Brian took her in last night, and they’ll do the surgery sometime today.  We took Lizzie up to bed with us last night (she normally sleeps in her pen because the dogs won’t let each other alone!)  I woke up at about 2am and thought I felt a wet sensation at my foot.  That’s never good.  I reached down into something.  Ugh!  Dog barf!  Or diarrhea – it’s still a toss-up.  Totally gross – and, if it weren’t bad enough – there were 3 piles of it, not just one.  Don’t you just love stripping beds in the middle of the night?!  While Brian was cleaning up the mess, I was stripping the bedspread and the sheets.  Lizzie, in the meantime, decided to puke again – on the mattress pad – so that had to go too.  So, not only did we have to strip the entire bed and put on clean sheets – I had to go digging in the storage space for another bedspread AND we had to flip the mattress. 

Afterwards, I just laid in bed, thinking, and laughing.  See, today is Brian’s 42nd birthday.  It’s also the 7-month anniversary of my best friend Sue’s passing.  I just started shaking with laughter because I think I commented yesterday that “tomorrow will be a better day”, yet it was getting off to a pretty rocky start at 2am.  Happy Birthday to Brian! 

Now, I’m wondering, in addition to the fact that I’ve now got lots of extra laundry and my washing machine isn’t spinning out properly, what more might go wrong today?  I don’t even want to think about it.  I don’t want to sit around and dwell on the negative all the time.  So, here are a few positives:

• Brian made it to his 42nd birthday!  (all the snoring he does, he’s lucky he wasn’t smothered by now – just sayin’ . . .)
• Besides Ian’s broken leg (which he’s getting around on quite nicely now), my kids are all healthy
• It’s raining, but it can’t rain forever, can it?
• I have a friend with a big washing machine who just kindly offered to help me wash my bedspread. :) 
• We have a field trip planned for tomorrow.  I think some time away from the house is in order!

If you’re new to my blog, I promise that most of my posts aren’t this depressing.  Just keepin’ it real. . .