Ever have so many things you need to accomplish, yet no energy to do them? That's me today. I was in bed by 10pm last night and up this morning at 8:20 and I've been dragging butt all day.
So now it's 12:45 and I have accomplished little more than unloading the dishwasher (with Jordan's help) and clearing out my bread basket of expired bread.
Oh, I had a shower and washed my hair. But that's pretty much all I've gotten done today.
Ian is hosting another garage sale and it's been very successful, I hear. I was not invited to this garage sale. I guess that's better than being fired right as it begins.
Yesterday Jordan and I had some one-on-one time together. I asked her what she wanted to do and she said "SHOPPING!" I've never met anyone who loves to go shopping as much as she does. And shopping to her can be any type of errand at all; drug store, dry cleaner, Walmart, whatever. She just likes to go places, and will often tag along with whoever is running errands that particular day.
So I took her to The Apple Factory but she was unimpressed with their roosters and fresh vegetables. I, on the other hand, had never heard a rooster crow before. But yesterday I heard half a crow so I guess I can cross that one off my bucket list.
Next stop was Walmart for groceries and a curling iron for Julie. Halfway into our time there, Jordan asked to be put in the cart saying she was tired. She's been saying that more and more lately, and I can't decide if she's just being lazy or if maybe something is wrong with her. I'm always worried I'll miss something with one of the kids, you know?
When we got home, Ian quietly told me that Willow didn't seem to be feeling well. I took one look at him and screeched "WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIS FACE!?" because I'm controlled like that. His whole beak or snout or whatever it's called on a dog, was all swollen, and the sides of his cheeks were all fat and floppy. Ian said he was going to keep an eye on him and take him to the vet if neccessary. I calmly said "TAKE HIM NOW! OH MY GOSH HE NEEDS TO GO NOW!"
I'm not great in an emergency. Or even a semi-emergency.
Whenever I cook a ham I always give Wills the end of it. Always. And there's never a problem with him afterwards. Well, the night before I gave him a little more ham than usual and was wondering if that made him sick. I asked Ian if there was any chance he could have been stung by a bee or something like that. After awhile it looked like the right side of his face was swelling too, right up to his eye.
He called the vet for Wills and took him in. Turns out I WAS RIGHT.
Let's just savour that for a moment, could we?
Ahhh. It doesn't happen often, but my oh my does it feel good when it does.
The vet said he likely was stung by a bee or a wasp and it was very common in dogs. She gave him a shot of Benadryl and told Ian to wait 15 minutes to see if the swelling went down, and it did. He looked normal and had his energy back by the time he came home.
Today, however, he looks like he's stoned. His eyes are half closed and when he's facing head on, it looks like he's looking off to the side. Poor guy.
Alright, I need to get going and get stuff done. I can't sit here rambling all afternoon, much as I'd like to.
Have a great day.