Wednesday, September 24, 2008
We've only been married for a couple of months, so we don't have any kids who are toilet training, so naturally I don't ever worry about waking up in the middle of the night feeling wet and having to change the sheets because someone wet the bed.
I was wrong.
Poor Bostyn. I couldn't be upset at her. Yesterday morning I dropped the kids off at Petsmart so they could get their teeth cleaned (their breath was awful) and Emmitt could get his shots. Brody had to pick them up in the afternoon whilst I was teaching. They were still a little woozy from the anesthetic they were given and, upon arriving home, just lounged on the couch all afternoon with their Dad. Even when I came home from work and Brody was already in bed, the usual hyper Bostyn kind of strolled out of the bedroom to say hello to me and get some loving and then went back in and laid down. Emmitt came out a minute or two after Bostyn.
Once I was ready for bed, we invited the dogs back up on the bed and settled in for the night. I mostly slept in the middle of the bed, probably crowding my husband; but what could I do? The dogs had claimed their space and it's a pain to move them so I enjoyed the warm bodies all around me. I got a little too warm a couple of times in the night, but I wasn't going to complain cuz usually I'm freezing.
Suddenly Bostyn decided she'd head down to the floor and Emmitt followed suit. Happy for the extra room I was given, I rolled over a little to spread out. Huh? It felt wet. More confusion in my mind. I looked at the clock - 12:30 am. Growl. I'm so tired! Can it really be pee? I half sit up in bed, completely awake now, and Brody stirs. "I think Bostyn peed on the bed," I said. "She probably just drooled," a half awake Brody says. "Ya right," I'm thinking. "She doesn't drool THAT much." No wonder she didn't want to be on the bed anymore.
So I stay crammed in the little space I have - between my heater of a husband and an invisible wall that shouldn't be knocked down for fear of soaking up pee/drool/wetness into my pajamas. I don't sleep well. Is it ever going to be time to get up?
Finally the alarm goes off and even thought I've been waiting for this moment, I hit the snooze twice before I stagger out of bed to make Brody's lunch for the day. Into the kitchen comes Bostyn, much more enthusiastic than last night. I'm happy for the change in her demeanor. I bend down and give her some attention and ask her why she would pee in mom and dad's bed. She just looks at me with those eyes like, "I couldn't help it. I was drugged and so out of it. Love me anyway." And I do.
They didn't get anything to eat at all yesterday and I know Bostyn was confused about that and missed her food bowl - she kept going in the bathroom and sniffing around the spot it usually sits in. She especially missed her wonderful water bowl which she frequently visits during the night since we sleep with the door open. So before I finish making food for my husband (who DID eat the day before), I went to fill up their food bowls.
This time I stepped in it. Right next to the door leading out to the garage. I sighed, went in the wash my foot off and told Brody she peed in the laundry room. "Really?" he asked. I still can't be mad at her. At least she was kind enough to pee on the linoleum instead of the carpet. But I wondered if there was more. Fingers are still crossed that I don't find any more wet spots.
So now everyone is up. I REALLY don't want to be up and want to crawl back into bed. I go back in the bedroom and Brody states matter-of-factly, "It's pee all right." I'm thinking to myself, "Duh. I knew that last night when I said she peed on the bed." Sigh. Not looking forward to the clean up I had ahead of me, I said, "I know. I slept in it all night." I have to laugh at the face Brody makes when he's totally amused yet feels bad for the situation as he apologizes for something that wasn't his fault. "I'm sorry."
So as of right now I've taken the sheets of the bed and put them in the washer and soaked the spot on the mattress with water and some laundry detergent. Luckily the pee only got on the top part of the mattress and not down into the foam. (We have a sleep number bed.) I just pray that the very potent girl dog pee doesn't cause horrible aromas in our bed or burn a hole in the mattress. Haha. She's killed many patches of grass outside in our "backyard" with that pee. I'm thinking that Bostyn should probably get one of her very desirous baths today. Dad is good at giving her one of those. Anyway...
I still love our dogs.
And I will still love our kids when I have to take care of all the messes they will make when they come along. Heck, I still even love my husband when I pick up dirty socks or empty Pepsi cans cuz he forgets where the laundry basket and the garbage can are. :o) (Hee hee, just kidding dear. Aboout you forgetting where dirty clothes and garbage goes, not about loving you.) I don't mind picking up after my husband if he's going to get up at the buttcrack of dawn and go to work and deal with stupid people all day cuz every Friday he hands over pretty much all of his paycheck so I can pay the bills. He's a good man.
I'm also proud of him (though I mostly act annoyed that he's doing so much better than I am) because he's lost 27 pounds! One good thing about his stubbornness is that when he makes his mind up on something, he sticks to it. He decided to start eating better. So he cut out fast food, some of his Pepsi intake and eating late at night and the pounds have just melted away. I like to think it was that gym membership we got for him, but he hasn't used it yet. That'll be for the toning and to built muscle and such.
Since I see him every day, at first I didn't notice, but one day I was watching him as we were outside walking the dogs and I realized that his clothes are definitely looking looser. He had to go buy new work pants cuz his old ones were practically falling off him! He's still in need of some new belts - you can only make your own holes in your belt so many times before it's just time to fork out the money for a brand new belt that fits right. I look back at our engagement pictures and realize is has made a difference.
Of course I loved him with that extra weight the same as I love him now, but hearing that his blood pressure is down and that his knees and back don't hurt as much, I'm glad he's taking care of himself and wants to be healthier. He's a good man and I probably don't deserve him, but I'm pretty lucky that he puts up with me.
Last, but not least... I found this on dogsonshirts.com as I was looking for Christmas stockings for the dogs. (Yes, I'm really going to get some.)
YOU KNOW YOU'RE A DOG PERSON IF...
1. You and your family haven't had your annual check up in two years, bu the dogs are medically up to date.
2. You start barking at your children to "Sit! Stay!"
3. You snuggle closer to the dog than the person with whom you are sleeping.
4. Your mom calls and asks how the grandogs are.
5. Your first concern when planning a vacation is whether or not the hotel will take pets.
6. First time visitors wonder aloud: "Do you smell something?" and you really don't.
7. You break down and buy another pillow so you have one to sleep on.
8. The instructions to the dog kennel are longer than the instructions to the house sitter.
9. You kiss your dog more than 10 times per greeting.
10. You call long distance and talk with your dog.
#1 is true.
#2 will probably happen.
#3 - Brody got a talking to about that one as he was cuddling with Bostyn on one end of the couch and I was on the other. :o)
#4 doesn't really happen.
#5 - Brody already knows all the hotels that take pets.
#6 doesn't happen cuz our house doesn't smell.
#7 - I think that happened to Brody before we got married.
#8 - Audrey would know. She dogsat for us once and most of the instructions were for them.
#9 - Not actual kisses, but they do get a lot of attention.
#10 - I may have tried to say hi to Bostyn and Emmitt whilst I was in China.
WE'RE DEFINATELY DOG PEOPLE. :o)
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
The kids love their cookies - and they know that word when they hear it. They will prance around and sit down quickly and be on their best behavior cuz they just love those things. About a month ago, I taught them how to shake. It took Bostyn a little bit longer to learn than Emmitt, but she got it. One thing she does better than Emmitt, though, is holding still (pretty much the only time she will...) with a cookie in between her eyes until we say "okay" and she can flip it off her face and catch in midair in her mouth. Emmitt HATES that and won't hold still so he has to shake instead. We have to give Emmitt his cookie first and watch Bostyn cuz she scarfs (sp?) her down and tries to get his. Pardon my heavy breathing. I've been way congested and sick since last night. I can't really breathe or talk very well.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Sunday, September 7, 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
- Make the bed (this doesn't happen every day)
- Take dogs out for their morning bathroom break/play time
- Laundry (whites, colors, towels, hand wash)
- Sweep both bathrooms and the kitchen
- Reorganize things in master bathroom
- Fix toilet paper holders in both bathrooms
- Clean toilets (sort of...)
- Move tools and junk from living room to garage
- Vacuum the whole house (except the guest bedroom which we still can't get into)
- Fix cushions and pillows on couch and chair
- Check e-mail, Fabebook & Myspace (usually a daily occurance)
- Watch an episode of "Angel" while eating breakfast
- Hand wash a few dishes
- Run dishwasher
- Unload dishwaser
- Update my piano policies and contract
- E-mail policies and contract to prospective students
- Put things in D.I. pile out in storage room off patio
Now, you might think this is silly. It probably is. But now I can get out of my pajamas and shower and look forward to the rest of my day. Brody should be home from work soon, we'll take the dogs out and get ready for our date. Dinner and the Las Vegas Philharmonic. Brody doesn't have to work tomorrow so being out so late won't be too bad. We still have to get up early to be to church at 9, but it will be nice for me to spend tomorrow with him in a clean house without worrying about a whole bunch of things to do. If I feel like it, I'll tackle another project (like the spare room with the rest of the wedding presents we need to find a place for, or even get started on thank you cards). If I don't, I'll lounge around with Brody. Or maybe even read...
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
They got to go on a little "date" on the four wheelers after Brody suggested that "we" watch the kids. That meant I was with the kids and he was talking to everyone else! Haha.
Brody did help by getting a little bed made for Emma after she fell asleep, still sobbing from the upset of having her mom and dad leave her in the hands of her 2nd mean mother, Jennifer. Alexis and Katie played in the dirt, making all sorts of "drinks" with the plastic cups they found. Stacey and I played along while Brody and Travis just looked at them and said, "That's not lemonade. That's dirt in a cup." Thank you Captian Obvious! :o)
A nice group shot of all us! We were glad Travis brought the shade! It was the warmest on Saturday. After the Clements left, the rain came for many hours that night!
Another fun time was seeing the cows that wandered near our camp. We kind of took over their drinking fountain by parking all the trucks and toy haulers around the water.
All in all, it was a fun weekend. I always get lots of sleep, which I used to need from working so much. I figure I'm still trying to catch up on all the sleep I've missed over the last few years! Haha. It's still nice to get away and not have to worry about anything. Brody was way excited he got to tow something back to Vegas with his truck since Travis left his trailer and four wheelers there.