I CAN'T Forget to Use Spellcheck!!!

That's right, I may be able to play with pretty words, but for the life of me, I more often than not cannot spell them. I also cannot function on any remote mathematical level (and I run a business??) and couldn't read a face clock until I was twelve. My mother particularly likes that one.

We have a sweet little wolf-hybrid boarding with us right now. While I don't encourage this kind of ridiculous breeding, I've always said I would evaluate each dog based on it's individual personality before accepting it into our social boarding structure. I've turned down some vicious labs who were miserable examples of their breed. You wouldn't know that this dog had anything in it but siberian husky until he opens his mouth. I'm currently being serenaded with the most eerie, musical sound... Just wanted to give a back drop to my morning post, here.

My parents pulled yet another rescue move last night, showing up at the hospital to relieve Patrick and give us the night and day off. I know our agreement was for once a week, but I was so relieved and ecstatic to hear he was coming home. It's amazing to me how the simple monotony of the routine can wear you down.

Suddenly, doing anthing remotely "adult" away from the hospital has become the most difficult chore. I remain stubborn about paying the bills and doing baby laundry, but anything beyond that just sits. There's our laundry, scattered about in various stages of folding throughout the house. Remnants of our past individual meals, eaten on the run, litter the kitchen and living room. I know I must clean and that it will feel good and productive and healing to clean, but when I enter this home we've built for three, alone and enveloped by silence, all I want to do is crawl into bed. Lately, I've had a couple of good books hurry me into that pillowy sanctuary even faster... Escape into someone else's life!! I seem to just function on autopilot, systems cut down to Life Support. Do I have clean underwear? No? I'll do a load of laundry. Damned if I'll fold it, though! It's humorous and sad to me, both at once. I'm normally so Type-A... a place for everything, blah blah blah. In fact, I used to be annoyed by certain little inefficient chores like watering the plants. How could I not think of a way to water them all at once? Now I mourn for their drop in status. I truly don't care if they don't make it. I would almost prefer not having those few tiny drains on my attention and energy.

Today the goal is to make some headway on this hovel that is our home. Lawn to cut, house to clean... it will feel so good to get it all in order and doing it together will make it great. First stage: establish who gets the pleasure of working outdoors. Picking up dog poop looks much more appealing than doing dishes.

Two of my most sweet grooming clients popped by this morning, arms loaded with grocery goodies and a gift card to toys-r-us. They totally nailed all our favourite snacks and I'm stopping in to get Kaleb a new toy today. It will feel so great to do some fun shopping!

How lucky are we? People are so generous and thoughtful of us. I have a very hard time feeling worthy of such consideration. There are two other people in this little family nucleus who are worthy. What a crazy world.

The little man continues to do well. I just love that bathtub picture, sitting up and surveying the situation with such authority. His little hands gripping the sides just cracks me up. His entire little self cracks me up. Even as I know I need the break from the hospital, I leave each shift missing him before I hit the main floor. We're both more smitten with him every day.