Happy Hump Day!
and life is going just dandy!
I got very little sleep Moonday night because I hurt. I woke up every 45 minutes or so and tried to find a new position where something didn’t hurt.
Then last night!
Does anybody want a bratty black dog?
I fell asleep in the recliner and woke around 1130.
I needed to pee and looked at the sleeping GR and wondered if I could get up and back without waking them. Maybe if Echo hadn’t come bounding down the stairs and bouncing around the kitchen because she heard me and wanted to go out.
We sat outside until 1230, letting the GR play themselves out, Only Echo wouldn’t come in, and I am not comfortable with leaving her out too long unattended. She is very good at finding escape routes.
We went in, and it gave it a bit and went back out to get Echo. Of course, the GR woke up and followed me. Echo is dancing all around and will come just close enough, and then bounce off again.
She got called a lot of very bad names.
We went back in and the GR went on the landing and started crying to go upstairs so they could go to bed. We blocked the stairs so they couldn’t sneak upstairs. Rayleigh can’t be trusted.
I went back out, taking her harness and leash, trying to catch the little bitch, and now I see the problem. She had treed something and she was not going to give up trying to get it. Probably a possum, and she loves them.
Finally, the fourth time I went out, at 4am, she got close enough for me to grab her. I dragged her into the house, at which point she turned around towards me all waggy tail and happy. Until she saw my face and said aw shit, momma’s pissed, and took off upstairs to bed.
The whole time I am doing this with her, Adam is going in and out. In to eat three bites of food, then meowing go back out. He wanted to go out the front door, but that wasn’t happening. Little bitch, he loves to come in the back door, eat three bits of food, go out the front door, then walk around to the back again. Each time he gets upset because the puppies chase him. He started his bullshit where he wants treats every time he comes in. He pushed that one time too many, and he also got the aw shit, momma’s pissed look on his face, and ran back outside.
I was going to stay downstairs since I knew my son would be getting off irk, but the GR saw Echo jump the barricade and run upstairs. They sat on the landing barking and crying, so we went up to bed.
No fooling around from them. They went right to sleep.
I had to get up at 630, and nobody wanted to get up.
I got them up, and dressed, and out the door to pick up my son.
Then we dropped Echo at daycare, and I hope her little ass gets run into the ground so she is good and tired tonight,
I managed to sleep from 8 to 1030, when the GR woke me to go outside.
I feel like the walking dead.
It is going to be a long day.
My son is having a rough time. He fell going down the basement stairs yesterday. He thought he was okay until he got to irk. Then he felt all the soreness.
Pisses me off, because he has to go down to empty the dehumidifier. If we could use the basement sink, the dehumidifier would empty into the sink. Even though the hoarder house next door has been cleaned up, they haven’t fixed the plumbing on their side of the basement, so our sink won’t drain.
For those who haven’t been around, I live in a very old duplex and both sides share the same sewer line. The last plumber who was here wouldn’t fix our sink drainage pipe, because it is connected to hers and hers is in such bad shape it will break. I really don’t give a fuck if it does, then it will be her problem to fix, not mine anymore.
I like my neighbor; she is very nice. I’m glad the hoard is gone; I don’t have problems with mice anymore (even though she and her family swear there were no mice over there). I wish she would continue to clean stuff up though, and fix the plumbing on her side, and cut down the dead tree in the back.
Driving is not going well. I don’t understand the problem. I want him to go out driving with some driver’s ed instructors. I may be the problem? My friend thinks he should take the whole course over, even though he doesn’t need the classroom part of it. Another friend thinks we should rent a small car, as the size of the truck may be a problem for him.
He needs help but refuses to get it.
Pilot, keeping the floor clean is part of why I don’t wear shoes in the house, especially during helicopter season. The biggest issue is, I don’t like shoes, I don’t like my feet closed in. Shoes are almost as bad as bras to me. I don’t even like to wear socks around the house, and I sleep with my feet outside of the covers. If I wear socks to bed, I will take them off in the middle of the night.
My toes like to breathe.
I was the kid who took off their shoes on the last day of school and didn’t put their shoes back until school started, except for church on Sunday.
I especially hate to wear shoes on stairs. I feel like I have better traction in bare feet.
I had to learn some things the hard way, like riding a horse in bare feet is not a good idea. Especially when there are sticker bushes on the trail. I haven’t been able to walk barefoot down a gravel road in many years. Little pebbles on the sidewalk hurt now too.
I ordered a pair of house shoes though. I guess I need to get used to them.
Boo, I am very nervous about going to a pain clinic. My park friend recommended them, he needs his other hip and both knees replaced and he would not be able to do anything without pain relief. My ex-neighbor, who has MS, also recommends them. My PCP won’t give me anything stronger than Meloxicam, and the orthopedic doctor won’t give me anything at all except for shots in my knee.
Getting old really sux.
I’m debating keeping the pain clinic appointment as my son may have to irk OT this week.
I emailed the lawyer about the estate, which was supposed to be done 12/31, then 3/31, then 5/31. The lawyer didn’t respond by Niece1 sent a text that everything will be done by 6/30. I guess he said something to her.
Whatever, I think this will continue to drag on.
I’m annoyed.
