reason #837 why I’m married and shouldn’t be left alone

Here I am at 11:52 pm on a work night on my computer writing a blog post for a blog that no one reads. And it’s all because hubby is out of town. And I drank 2 glasses of wine after I put the kids to bed. And answered an email about our foster dog and our upcoming trip for a family reunion. And then thanked my foster coordinator person for saving me from adopting another pup. And then thinking about why I want to adopt another pup. And then thinking about how sad I am that my boy who so loves animals should have the luck of getting the pup that doesn’t really want to hang out and snuggle with people.

But then how much of it is the pup (Vito) and how much of it is Sam and his lack of self-control in being calm and patient around Vito? How do I teach him to practice more restraint? How do I encourage gentleness in him? I know he has it in him – he just needs to channel it more often. What do I do to encourage the gentle spirit in him? Or do I just need to get him a different dog? Is that wrong? To adopt and dog and after a couple of months decide that the dog is not the right dog and add another dog to the family? What *is* the right thing to do?

After the email was sent, I probably spent at least 30 minutes looking through pups available for adoption. And none really tickled my fancy. And then for some goofy reason, I looked at the golden beginnings rescue site (where we got our sweet Dixie nearly 12 years ago). And I marveled at how many “old gold” dogs they have for adoption. And I want to take home one of those dogs and give it a home for the next couple of years of its life. And then I’m reading about their adoptions and the older dog who was adopted by a visiting author who lives in California and all the people involved in getting this dog to CA. And I’m just in tears. Because I SO want to help but I’m just too overwhelmed. I can barely handle my current life as it is. But I want to feel like I make a difference – that I’m doing something for the world. And I want to feel like my kids are learning something from me – that I’m imparting some values that will make them into better people. Not that I’m the best person in the world. But I’m not horrible, I hope.

My house is a mess, my kids are a mess, my hubby is hardly home, I procrastinate like nobody’s business, and I’m up at 12:08am writing a blog that no one reads. There is seriously something wrong with me! Or it’s hubby’s fault for going out of town. One or the other. Maybe I’ll just blame the hubs. He’s not here to defend himself anyway…  :-)


i used to be a cat person

If you were wondering whether The Boy would be walking to school tomorrow, the answer is “no.” Apparently my threat scared him enough that he decided to get ready on time this morning. YAY!

Eons ago, my family had cats. And dogs. Both – because we were cat and dog people. And then I met Scotty, who is very allergic to cats. Like throat seizing up and feeling the aftereffects for days kind of allergic. When we were dating, I would change into clean clothes before going to his apartment. And I would no longer let my cat sleep in the basket of clean clothes (poor kitty!).

When I graduated and moved from Austin, I gave away my cat (a tragic story I’ll tell one day). After a short time of being catless, I can’t hang out with them anymore. And it’s so sad because I just love ’em to bits!

Which is going to be problematic for The Boy’s cub scout meetings. His den leader has cats. Which I thought wasn’t a problem – we’ve been to their house before (hubby of den leader is The Girl’s soccer coach) without a problem. But we were always downstairs. Where there are hardwood floors. And I never sat on cloth furniture. And we often were outside.

But the den meetings are in the theater room. Which is carpeted. And has upholstered sofas. And lots of nooks and crannies for cat dander to collect and hide. So after a mere hour, my eyes were itching, I was sneezing, the roof of my mouth itched (does that happen to anyone else or am I just weird?), and I was ready to get outta Dodge.

Why oh why do kitties have to have yucky dander? Why? They’re so sweet and soft and cuddly yet aloof and independent. Oh, and the purring! Don’t get me started on the purring! It’s so amazing that they can make such a noise!

Now I’m left wondering what I’m going to do about the next 9 months of den meetings. I’m hoping that I was just extra sensitive because I’m getting over a cold. But what if that’s not the case? Would I be willing to host at our house? And would the den leader be ticked? I guess I could always just drop The Boy off and ask someone to bring him home. But I was hoping I would be able to participate in this.

Darn cat dander. Ruins everything.


in the beginning…there was a blog post

Right now I should be picking up the piles of crap around the house because the cleaning lady is coming tomorrow. Or perhaps putting away the dishes from dinner (cereal, anyone?). Or maybe even folding the laundry. But instead, I’m starting a blog. Although it’s not really my first blog since I had one eons ago before blogs everyone was mommyblogging and then I became too busy for blogging. (if you’re curious enough to look for that old content, head on over here)

Why am I starting my blog? Well, really I’m hoping to document the life of a harried working mom who is hoping to making the leap to SAHM-dom and then not regret it. So here you will get to see that journey. Or so I hope.

I’d start things off right by documenting the baskets of laundry on the couch or lunchboxes ready to be unloaded and repacked or any of the other headaches that await me this evening, but…well I can’t find the dang memory card for the camera. Yup. This blog is off to a great start, right? Cuz I”m pretty sure I only like the pretty blogs with pictures and not tons of text.

[click] That’s my first reader leaving me already. And not the sound of my camera taking a picture since it makes no noise when it doesn’t have a card in it.