Friday, June 29, 2007
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Sadly, the time we all knew was coming arrived. Poor Kita has just been getting worse and worse over the past several months. She was hobbling around the yard, but even that had slowed down. Mostly she just laid there. She started peeing and pooping just wherever she happened to be. I knew something was really wrong then, as dogs just do not do that. She was such a filthy, stinky, mess. She stopped eating almost completely. Once a healthy chunky dog.... now down to skin and bones. It was pitiful seeing her day after day in the yard looking so sad. Yesterday she couldn't walk at all. Clint gave her THREE pain pills.... and there was no change. She was pulling herself around with her front paws and her back legs were just flopping around. Last week he had discovered a huge mass on her backside. Our guess is the arthritis was causing her leg / hip to twist and buckle. That had to be causing her pain. So, Clint made the very difficult decision it was time to put her out of misery. *sigh* We all know I wasn't crazy about the dog, but I'm still really sad to see her go. I will miss her. She was a member of our family. And she really was a good, sweet, gentle, dog. It was the humane thing to do. No sense in keeping a poor animal alive suffering when her medical problems would just get worse and worse. By rottweiler standards, she was very old. Clint took it pretty hard. It's just so heartbreaking to say goodbye to an animal you've loved and raised from a puppy. The unconditional love of a pet can not be replaced. He is having her cremated, and we'll burry her ashes in the back yard in "her" spot.
R.I.P - Nikita. November 1998 - June 2007.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Friday, June 15, 2007
Call me selfish if you want. I'll even call me selfish. I am so tired of being the one who gives up the most. And having no choice. Yes, I volunteered for this Motherhood job, but does it also mean I can't be my own person too? Little things really irritate me. Like Clint spending two or three hours every night in the bathroom. I can't do that. I'm lucky to squeeze in a 15 minute shower - alone. I was so mad at him yesterday. The plan was to go to my parents' house and go out for a nice Father's Day dinner - early to beat the crowd. I had gotten up no less than five times Saturday night with the kids. Then Veronica was up at 5am and would not go back to sleep, so at 6am I gave up and got up. Made coffee, cooked breakfast. Put clothes to wash. Picked up some dishes. Clint got up and had to to on a dog search because she was missing (another story.) Valerie got up. I changed her. Tried to feed her. Fed Veronica, changed her. Fixed Valerie something else. Packed Valerie an overnight bag - clothes, diapers, snacks. Washed bottles. Packed Veronica's diaper bag - diapers, clothes, formula. Sat with Val at the table while she ate yogurt. Changed diapers - again. Put clothes on Veronica. Fed Veronica. Put clothes on Val. Doctored up a cut on her foot before putting socks and shoes on. Plus got myself dressed - hair, makeup, clothes. What was Clint doing?? Sitting on the couch reading the paper. Then he got himself dressed and sat on the couch. I haven't read the paper in days. What would happen if I just sat on the couch instead of trying to get us ready? Yeah, his arm is hurt but he can still put diapers in the bags or fix sippy cups. It doesn't matter if I've been up all night. or if I'm depressed. Or sick. I NEVER have the choice to just sit and do nothing. He does this every single holiday. We were supposed to be at my mom's for 10. We did not leave home until after 11:00. Then he had the nerve to ask me "are we ready to go yet?" I don't think it's fair that he has the choice to do whatever he wants when that is not an option for me. They are his kids too.
Anyway... the dog isn't doing so well. She looks really bad. I don't think she'll be around much longer.
We joined the YMCA last week. I went this morning for the first time. I wanted to rejoin Body Elite, but Clint talked me into the Y. I don't like the Y at all. I have no desire to go back. It's dingy feeling. The weight machines are ancient, torn, rusty. It's cluttered. We only joined for 3 months. I'm almost tempted to just call it a loss and get a Body Elite membership for myself.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Something I never ever thought would happen to me being that I'm an only child. It seems it's a role traditionally asked of siblings. Our dear friends Jeff and Angel asked me to be godmother to their son. This was so unexpected! I can't wait for little Preston to get here so Nanny can spoil him! He'll be just like the son I'll never have.
In other news, Clint is doing well. The first few days were rough and he was in a lot of pain, but he is slowly getting better. He is healing, but it will be a long time before he has full use of his arm again.
I am completly exhausted. And it will be weeks before Clint is able to help out with the kids again.
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Monday, June 04, 2007
SO, last night we decided to give it a try. We kept Val occupied and about 9:00 she started "want rainbow nigh nigh." I ignored her and distracted her. Eventually she had a BIG meltdown. I put her in our bed, and grabbed a cheap paci from the dollar store we had laying around. I snipped a hole in the tip so that it would be different and less appealing. She popped it in her mouth, took it out, then giggled... "pink nigh nigh." Held it in her hand, rolled over and slept almost all night long!! At 5:30 she started calling for her rainbow nigh nigh, but we calmed her down and she went back to sleep. So for the first time in her life, she slept with out her beloved pacifier.
Hopefully I can stick to it... and hopefully this is the beginning of the end of the paci!!!