The house is up for grabs again. You know when everything in your life just seems so out of control and you feel overwhelmed? I call this "when the inmates start to run the asylum". The weekend was a doozy. We had the usual swim lessons and then the usual laundry and clean up (because Mom is working 5 days a week now and the piglets aren't picking up after themselves). Saturday night (after a day of kids running in and out and Mabel and her usual howling craziness when anyone leaves) my washing machine broke. I have a font loader and honestly have never really liked it and I think it took offense to that. After putting in a load (and a rather light load at that) the clothes (namely a towel) somehow got wrapped around the gasket that seals the door and wrapped so tightly over and over that it blew the door open. Not sure what it says about us - but we didn't even notice the noise. ;-)
So the washer sits - mostly full of water (as full as those front loaders get) with the gasket hanging out and a wire sticking out. Bill got up early on Sunday morning and went "shopping" for a stackable set. We have a "sub-basement" meaning that half the wall is underground and that half wall is concrete. So the dryer vent (and all other things) come into the house ABOVE this wall - thus making the vent have to do a hike UP the wall and out - we've always had problems with the vent. So with the stackable it now goes straight out.
One problem - they can't get the thing till Wednesday. ugghh. And of course, it has to be on the week that I have the motherload of all laundry. You know, sheets, blankets, the whole 9 yards. Just puts me SOOOO in a fowl mood. I have to say my kids get their patience or lack of it from me sometimes.
Bill got to really "download" with a couple from his childhood who he helped with a snow blower. I've always thought he needed a "Taloola" :-) It was nice to hear him explain how good it felt to have someone "really" listen about Sally.
Sally - Oh my. I can't believe I really CRIED thinking that child would never speak. One must really be careful what one prays for. If I would have taped her mouth shut this weekend I do believe the top of her head would have blown off. :-) As I was running her bathwater Saturday night I asked Bill "is it wrong to want to drown her?" :-) I know it's because of other stresses that my patience with her is down. Not her fault she has a lot to tell me when I'm consumed about getting crap done. :-)
The thing with Sal is that she's always thinking ahead. It's like being with a nagging blackberry. Always chirping about what's coming up when and what you have to do in the future and it's all I can do to make it through the time being. :-) We did broach the subject of putting Sadie dog down this weekend. Sal seemed fine about it when she was told that Sade would be going to heaven. Sally has a thing about heaven and Jesus and God. It's like she's been there before - like she's got a relationship with them that goes beyond spiritual. Heaven is not abstract to her and neither are the heavenly beings. She's very matter of fact like about it. And it's not anything she's been taught. I'm serious when I say it's like she's been there before and has a working memory of it.
It's all I can do to think about it without crying. I know it's for the best. Sade doesn't really like to be touched except the head and ears anymore, she's loosing control of her bodily functions and she's both blind and deaf. Mabel plays so rough with her and God bless Sade - she gives it back - but you can tell it's getting harder and harder for her to rebound. Plus, I don't think she's eating as much as she used to. She'll be 17 in April. She has been the BEST dog to EVER walk the planet. She's seen Bill and I both through some crazy ass times. We got her the year after we got married and I remember wondering what we ever did before she was around. ;-)
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