My son and I have had a pretty good day... worlds better than yesterday. Yesterday he was whiny and constantly throwing fits, pretty much making me want to pull out my hair. Today, I saw a glimmer of the little angel that I love and adore. We started off the morning with me trying to make him a smoothie. I'm trying to come up with ways to sneak vegetables into his meals, specifically the veggies he DOESN'T like. The kicker is that I seem to be having some sort of brain malfunction because I can't figure out how to make a simple smoothie.
Anyways, after my little fiasco called a smoothie, though I don't think it will be going in any recipe book at any point, I googled as much as I could to find something that was easily adaptable. I found it... My life is saved. So tomorrow I'll be cooking ingredients to hopefully make him a smoothie sometime tomorrow.
So we've had a pretty good day. This morning, while my son was napping, I decided to call my mom to "check in." She lives about 3,000 miles away, I'm 27 years old, and I still feel the need to check in and make sure they're doing alright. I know... sounds a little weird. Turns out she didn't have such fantastic news. My grandma is in the hospital with a burst appendix. They think it burst on Friday and she waited till yesterday afternoon to go into the doctor. She's 84 years old and has expressed the desire to die. Last I heard, it seems that she is doing better than anyone expected. They're thinking positively about her recovery. I was especially encouraged by the fact that she talked on the phone to my dad. A few years ago my husband suffered the same plight, and I don't think he could have carried on a conversation like she did.
My husband came home. He did not come home in the best of moods. In some ways he sounds frustrated and others, depressed. He barely spent any time with our son, and when he would touch him or talk to him, it was always to punish our son or tell him "no" to something. It doesn't even seem like he even wanted to spend time with me. After spending the entire evening feeling ignored, I did the childish thing and decided to "ignore him back." It made him mad enough that I'm pretty sure he went to bed. I think it was a good thing for our relationship... you know, he can get some sleep and we'll try again tomorrow.
My brother has three dogs and also works nights. So while he was sleeping after a night of working, he got a phone call from the animal control people. They had found two of his dogs. One of his dogs,Chuck, is an escape artist. The other one, Ziva, is his pal. They had decided to have go on a date (I guess), out on the town. Apparently they had gotten into something poisonous and Ziva is not doing good. My brother isn't expecting her to live. Chuck didn't seem to be in as bad of shape, so my brother is really hoping he'll pull through. It was just so sad to listen to my brother crying. From what he said, Chuck knew something was wrong with Ziva. People noticed that something was wrong and called animal control. When the guy was putting her in the truck, Chuck went home. My brother said that Chuck just looked at him with that look of, "It's really bad, Dad." Tonight, both Chuck and Ziva are fighting for their lives. So sad.
Sometimes life just sucks.
What if we could turn back to the beginning of the story and write in some happy endings?
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