That some of my ducklings read this blog and so might think they are not wanted in my home. Not true at all. It’s my job as a mom to get the kids up and running and thinking for themselves, and for the most part I think we are all doing well. But sometimes, especially with 1 bathroom, having an extra adult at our house for more than a few days is a big fucking deal. And becoming the drop off point for wayward pets and kids gets a leeeeetle old.
You know what I never understood until now? That having my stuff messed with creates in me a feeling of deep frustration. Look, kids use, abuse, break etc. your stuff, and this is part of the parenting territory. It’s when I am looking for my facewash when I am standing in a shower with my hair full of shampoo, then realize it’s on the sink that is too far away from the shower to reach, that I really start to feel fucked with. Should I add a smiley face to take the edge off this post? Too effing badddddddd…….
Late this Fall boy midget was diagnosed as being allergic to dust mites, feathers, dogs and cats, in that order. I may have mentioned the pack of dogs living in my house. Well we are down 1 big dog since yesterday when we returned Frankie to the rescue after fostering him for 6 weeks.
So now we have 2 dogs left. Because of boy midget’s allergies, we are going to do a trial separation from the dogs and see what happens wrt his asthma, eczema, and general paleness (ha ha, nothing to be done about that, sorry pasty Canadian boy). We have had our adult daughter’s cat living with us for 2 weeks as well, and my eczema on my hands has gotten waaaaay out of control. I don’t know if I’m allergic, as I have never been tested. I might just be reacting to the stress of having so many animals and people in my house on a regular basis. Guys, I am seriously stressed. I maintain a calm exterior, but inside I’m starting to feel pretty ragey.
Anyhow, I am setting up boarding options right now to have the dogs gone for a total of 4 weeks. This is not cheap, yo. My dear dear friend is taking 1 dog, and so now I just need to farm out the other one.
I have tried to imagine my feelings about permanently getting rid of both dogs if necessary. Of course boy midget is completely against it. He loves having dogs (this is the kid who gets up with me at 6 am on a school day to walk the dogs) and would feel terribly guilty if we needed to get rid of them. I love dogs too, but they are not human and OBVIOUSLY my son’s health is way more important than having house pets. I would be really happy to keep the dogs and def I would be sad to have no dogs but HOW FREAKING AWESOME TO CUT DOWN ON THE STEROIDS MIDGET IS INGESTING DAILY?! I need to call our gp to see how to step down the meds while we are dog-free.
I will just have to start crocheting dog sweaters for OTHER people’s dogs. Maybe I’ll add those to my future Etsy store…