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Home for the holidays
Hello, hello, happy day to you all!
I'm sneaking away to tell you all about my holiday because I'm sort of laughing helplessly at how it's going so far and I can share with you all with much less blowback than on fb or Twitter, etc.
Okay, so first off, WonderDog ended up with the thing where his stomach was folded back on itself (this happened last week) and had very speedy (and expensive, omg) surgery. He's been wandering around with his Cone of Shame bumping into walls and stairs and being very perplexed about his lot in life. He's doing okay, but just really started back eating food yesterday.
Then, the weather has freaked out and is hot and humid and raining like Noah, et al will be by any second.
Now, putting this all together, #2Son was home with WD when the bad stuff started happening and though he handled it very well, it triggered a pretty serious anxiety attack (bad enough that he actually took a Xanax, which he hates.) This is mostly okay, except that it's really hard for him to go see D's family even in good times, so he ended up not going with us last night. (He was fine by himself, but I was vaguely worried about him all day and we never quite connected on FaceTime during the evening, as was planned.) So that stressed me out (on top of the regular holiday stress) and I was worn out by the time we got home last night/this morning and it was late by the time I crawled out of bed to find that all the ridiculous amounts of rain meant we had standing water in the playroom/storage room in the basement.
Sooo, we dragged everything out of the affected area, hauled the throw rugs up to the garage to drip in peace, threw down the gazillion beach towels we have from Beach Week to mop up the water and got fans going in the affected rooms. (Wet vac tomorrow morning when the shop is open.)
And then WonderDog is whining pathetically so BabyBoy takes him out to do his business (he's not allowed to go out on his own now as he can get over/under fences and likes to eat trash and other nasty things, which contributed to the stomach issue.) So I'm making cinnamon rolls and the other boys are building me a fire in the fireplace (and yes, I did turn the AC on so we wouldn't die of heat exhaustion) when BB texts me words to the effect that he NEEDS MORE POOP BAGS RIGHT NOW. So we dispatch Oldest to go to his aide and they come back and fill us in on how WD's digestive system is once again functional, which is *charming* information to go along with the handmade cinnamon roll breakfast I'm sweating over.
But, you know, yay that the dog is recovering b/c we did just spend a small fortune on his medical needs (and we lub him, too, sigh) and we move off to finally open presents. Before we get too far along though, it turns out thatI Santa mis-read the packaging and so the water pistols in everyone's stocking (to be used to keep the cat out of the tree/off the table/etc) turned out to be cap guns and we took a brief detour from Peace On Earth to re-enact the Gunfight at the OK Corral.
Gifts were finally opened and we ended up buying each other 2 sets of the Star Wars Planetary Glasses (a complete surprise as no one realized the other set of shopping teams had gotten it) and despite there being a brand new laptop unwrapped, people spent lots of time on LED flashlights, the aforementioned cap guns, and a set of little Lego Star Wars vehicles (that shoot even littler bits of Lego ammunition.)
It's been a little bonkers and I'm on my 3rd laundry load of nasty smelling towels from the basement, but everyone was laughing and having a good time while things were going wrong, and I kinda wanted to share that.
So, yes, a happy day to you all! (A, your Enough J2 is going to be a bit delayed, I'm so sorry!)
I'm sneaking away to tell you all about my holiday because I'm sort of laughing helplessly at how it's going so far and I can share with you all with much less blowback than on fb or Twitter, etc.
Okay, so first off, WonderDog ended up with the thing where his stomach was folded back on itself (this happened last week) and had very speedy (and expensive, omg) surgery. He's been wandering around with his Cone of Shame bumping into walls and stairs and being very perplexed about his lot in life. He's doing okay, but just really started back eating food yesterday.
Then, the weather has freaked out and is hot and humid and raining like Noah, et al will be by any second.
Now, putting this all together, #2Son was home with WD when the bad stuff started happening and though he handled it very well, it triggered a pretty serious anxiety attack (bad enough that he actually took a Xanax, which he hates.) This is mostly okay, except that it's really hard for him to go see D's family even in good times, so he ended up not going with us last night. (He was fine by himself, but I was vaguely worried about him all day and we never quite connected on FaceTime during the evening, as was planned.) So that stressed me out (on top of the regular holiday stress) and I was worn out by the time we got home last night/this morning and it was late by the time I crawled out of bed to find that all the ridiculous amounts of rain meant we had standing water in the playroom/storage room in the basement.
Sooo, we dragged everything out of the affected area, hauled the throw rugs up to the garage to drip in peace, threw down the gazillion beach towels we have from Beach Week to mop up the water and got fans going in the affected rooms. (Wet vac tomorrow morning when the shop is open.)
And then WonderDog is whining pathetically so BabyBoy takes him out to do his business (he's not allowed to go out on his own now as he can get over/under fences and likes to eat trash and other nasty things, which contributed to the stomach issue.) So I'm making cinnamon rolls and the other boys are building me a fire in the fireplace (and yes, I did turn the AC on so we wouldn't die of heat exhaustion) when BB texts me words to the effect that he NEEDS MORE POOP BAGS RIGHT NOW. So we dispatch Oldest to go to his aide and they come back and fill us in on how WD's digestive system is once again functional, which is *charming* information to go along with the handmade cinnamon roll breakfast I'm sweating over.
But, you know, yay that the dog is recovering b/c we did just spend a small fortune on his medical needs (and we lub him, too, sigh) and we move off to finally open presents. Before we get too far along though, it turns out that
Gifts were finally opened and we ended up buying each other 2 sets of the Star Wars Planetary Glasses (a complete surprise as no one realized the other set of shopping teams had gotten it) and despite there being a brand new laptop unwrapped, people spent lots of time on LED flashlights, the aforementioned cap guns, and a set of little Lego Star Wars vehicles (that shoot even littler bits of Lego ammunition.)
It's been a little bonkers and I'm on my 3rd laundry load of nasty smelling towels from the basement, but everyone was laughing and having a good time while things were going wrong, and I kinda wanted to share that.
So, yes, a happy day to you all! (A, your Enough J2 is going to be a bit delayed, I'm so sorry!)