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So yesterday I was encouraged to continue the blog. I don't know why, since it's certainly not really terribly interesting. But, since the storm had me up nice and early, why not?

Let's see....the current pet count in my house is up to 13. We adopted a puppy and one of the "spayed" cats had kittens. All in the same week. Would you mind pulling that gray out of my head for me please?

So, meet Tanker. Wyatt has been asking for his very own dog for months. And months. And months. I told him we would start to look, but we wouldn't get one until we found the very perfect one. The first day at the animal shelter, what comes up to meet us but a cute little chocolate lab mix with bright blue eyes. My son has always lamented the fact that noone else in our house has blue eyes. Well, he can't say that anymore.

That brings us to Dixie, my sweet kitten that became a momma. She had 4 kittens that look far too big to have come from her. But she did really well. I, of course, was full of questions, so I asked anyone with even the teeniest bit of animal knowledge about them, and if everything was going right. I'm amazed at how well she's taken to mommyhood. At the tiniest little "mew" from her babies, she's all over them. Wyatt had to wait 24 loooong hours before I'd let him hold the kittens, and he has to wash his hands (with soap!) first. Dixie lets him, but she looks on. These are gonna be sweethearts. And, praise Jeebus! they are all spoken for. Now, this next litter I'm expecting sometime in the beginning of June, I can't say the same thing for. *Sigh* My sweet, misguided boy named the kittens, and it dawned on me that I never told him we weren't keeping them. Well, I promised him he could have 2 total. I didn't care which 2, or from which litter, but he could keep 2 kittens. Shoot me. Or bring me more coffee. Lots more coffee.

Randy went up to PA this weekend for a friend's wedding. Wyatt, who knows Randy is leaving for good at the end of the month, did fairly well. He did have a few rough moments, and they are to be expected, but God, I wish I could save him from this hurt. I really do. My heart absolutely breaks for him. That's part of why I finally caved and got the puppy. Hopefully it will offer some distraction. I hate that he's getting hurt in all of this. But I truly believe, in the long run, it's what's best. I don't want him growing up thinking that what Randy and I had is what a loving marriage is supposed to be. I don't know when what we had went sour, but it did. And now we have to do what's best for all of us, even if it can't be what's easiest

The Royal Wedding

I don't understand what this country's obsession with the royal family is. I mean, all this non stop coverage of the wedding. Forget about the storms that just swept the south, killing numerous people. Last time I checked, we fought in this little war so that we wouldn't HAVE to care about the wedding. Well, I suppose that WAS before the invention of satellite

So today, when I pick Wyatt up from school, I will have a surprise for him. I'm bringing Tank. No, I'm not driving a tank, I'm bringing Tank. A dog. Yes, yes, we got another one. I thought we'd go to the animal shelter so Wyatt could see how much work a puppy is, since he's been asking for "his own dog". I didn't count on them having a dog with bright blue eyes "Just like mine, Mom!!!" Sigh. At least it's a chocolate lab. Pics to come. Yes, feel free to stamp "sucker" on my forehead.

So in 4 weeks and 2 days, Randy is moving back to PA. I think, now that there's actually a date, it's really hitting me. There is part of me that will be relieved, Wyatt and I can finally move forward. But there's a pretty big part that is sad too. Randy is really a good guy. And my marriage is going to be over. That's a bitter pill to swallow.

Worst. Mom. Ever.

You remember that dream Wyatt didn't have about snakes? Well, yeah, he had it. I asked him as he was first waking up if he remembered having a dream. He told me that he was looking for ghosts and he looked in the bathroom. There was a big snake in there. But it didn't bite him. It wrapped around his neck twice. He said he called for help, but I didn't get there in time. Yup. Pretty sure a piece of my heart broke off on that one.

Let me just tell you about my night last night. Well, morning I guess I should say. For those that don't know, our house is a doublewide. I hate saying that. It's so cute, and not at all rednecky. At least I don't think so. But hey, it's paid for, so no judging. Anyway, I woke up at about 2 am. Wyatt had climbed in my bed at some point and was sound asleep, so that wasn't it. As I laid there trying to go back to sleep, which seemed entirely possible, I heard a cat howling from my bathroom. I walked in, turned on the bright, glaring light, and didn't see anything. If not for the fact that my german shepherd was going bonkers, I would have thought I imagined it. SO I opened the cabinet doors, and nothing popped out. Then I figured out it was coming from the walls of my bathtub. Like, inside them. So I pulled back a panel, my heart pounding, and there, was Halli. Rotten animal. I locked Mocha up so Halli wouldn't hiss and spit and claw at my arms, went back, scooped her up and put her hiney back outside. Then I couldn't sleep. If she can get in there, that means lots of other things can get in there. Oy.

On another note....today is my coffee date with Nancy! I really shouldn't spend the money, but I need the girl time. I will get a small something :D I'm excited!!!

A few different things

First...YAY!!! Adam is getting better! He took a turn for the worse yesterday, but then started improving. He had a blood transfusion last night, so hopefully that will help things improve even more.

Not sure what else to write about....Yesterday Wyatt asked me why he didn't have school today. I explained to him who Dr. Martin Luther King Jr was and what he did for this country. Well, as best I can explain it to a 5 year old. It makes me wonder...I remember learning about Dr King when I was in Kindergarten. Is Wyatt not learning because of the demographics of our area? Or is it because it's been another 25 years? (Well, not really. I'm young. I had him when I was 15. Honest) But, really...Why? Has time dulled so much that it's not important anymore? Or is it just that teachers now have no connection to the events? I really have to believe that, with time and social media, our reactions dull. It really REALLY hurts to see so few people caring about 9-11 anymore. I make it a point to dress Wyatt in patriotic colors that day, and I'm always the only one who does. What happened to us? We were so cohesive after 9-11. Where has it gone? When you drive through your neighborhood, how often do you see an American flag? (And, yes, I do have one displayed)

Hmmm...apparently there was somethign in there for me to write about. Ah well, lots to do today. Our newest cat was caught peeing in the house last night, so she's outside today. I feel awful, but I've worked with her a lot, and I just can't have an animal distroying my home. That's where I draw the line. She's still ours if she wants to be, we will set up a cat house and food for her, but that's it. She HATES dogs, which I can understand as she was an outside cat for 4 months before she was given to us. But she's already hurt me and Wyatt several times because of her fear. So, outside she goes. At least I had her long enough to get her shots, fix her tail, and put some weight on her. I hope she still comes around, I want to take care of her still, just not inside.

Y'all have a good day

Dear Cats....

First of all, I don't find it at all humerous that one of you cats picks on my sweet German Shepherd to the point that she won't walk in or out of a doorway if you are standing anywhere near it. It's certainly not amusing first thing in the morning when she really has to go out. Nor do I find it funny that you will run across the bed out of nowhere in the middle of the night to smack her, making her cry in the corner while she shakes in terror.
Are you enjoying being an outside cat now? Mocha likes that you are, and she is my favorite :)
Love,
Mom

4 shifts left....SO tired

We have a pretty big dirt track in our area. I work it often on the ambulance. Last night, I was informed that Casey Kane wanted to buy it. I didn't realize it was such a huge deal. I guess he even races there sometimes. It's one of the 3 biggest in the country. Hmmm....who knew? They are doing a kids night coming up, and I think I'm going to take Wyatt. He will LOVE it. That kid will be in heaven. But, anyway, I worked last night, and I go back in tonight. After that...only 3 more shifts. I'm so relieved. But, kinda sad, too. I feel like a lot of my identity is being an EMT. However, I feel like I miss out on SO MUCH because I work shift work. Yes, it has it's good points, but then there are days like today. I was so tired that I made the choice to miss church. I hate that, but last time I felt like this and worked, I fell asleep during the sermon. And, since I have to work tonight, then get up at 4 am, I needed to get my sleep when I could.

I finally got rid of the ringworm in the kittens....only to discover that Wyatt has it too. *sigh* At least I already have the meds on hand. I really didn't think that's what it was because it didn't itch. But, alas, that's what it is. So we all have to be a little more careful than usual about washing our hands. He can still play with his friends and go to camp, but....it's just another thing

So, after hearing many many opinions, which I weighed carefully, I made the decision to homeschool Wyatt. It's so hard because Randy doesn't tell me what he thinks. He never does, because he's afraid it's going to be different than what I want. But, I digress.... He is on the waiting list for the private school, so I'm going to look at this as time given to me to get our feet wet, and really see if homeschool will work for us. Maybe it will, maybe it won't. But it also gives me time to look into co-ops and homeschool groups in the area. Hopefully I find something. And, if for whatever reason it doens't work, I will wait until Wyatt gets a spot in the private school. I really think God will lead me to the right decision for our family.

Morning, interrupted

So I woke up at 3 am this morning. No idea why. But I just couldn't go back to sleep. I finally gave up and got out of bed to play on Facebook. (Although, I must say, I balanced the check book first, so I was responsible! Plus I had to t-fer money from savings to cover Barnum's vet bills) Well, I sat here thinking...I really should take advantage of all the beautiful scenery and sit on my patio furniture with my coffee to watch the sunrise. Does it get any more peaceful than that??

The answer to that, my friends, is YES. It gets much more peaceful. Because, you see, there, on the pretty blue and yellow cusion, was a spider. Now I know that spider was sitting there, waiting. Waiting for my pre-caffeinated self to not notice it and plop right down, where it would promptly bite me in the ass and kill me. And really, I refuse to die before I've had my coffee. So Mrs. Outdoors came in. See, this is why I must have a camper to camp. No tents for me! Can you make a tent spider proof? I think not

Hey, did you know that my kid is the cutest EVER? Yesterday, he was playing with his legos, trying to build a fire truck. This is what I heard: "On the third day, God created a steering wheel. And He liked it". Ahhh...so sweet. He comes up with stuff all the time that is SO smart. And lately he has really been a different kid. His behavior is SO much better. He cleans up after himself, I only need to ask him once. (Bear in mind, this is after weeks of throwing away toys that he didn't pick up....In reality, they were donated, but he thinks they were thrown away)

It appears we are going to be moving to SC with a zoo. That's right, a zoo. 3 cats, 2 fish, a snail, a frog and 4 dogs. FOUR dogs. We have been petsitting a friends Golden Retriever until he can find an apartment that will let him keep Sam. Well, said friend and I were talking, and I jokingly told him he was going to have to figure out how to make visitations work if it was across state lines. He said "Well, I guess I'll have to drive to SC". Uh, I wasn't serious, it's your dog! But, well, I guess now I have a step-dog. He's such a sweetie that I really don't mind. Now, I know what you're thinking. Mocha, Rascal, and Sam. That's 3 dogs. I said 4. Well, do you remember our puppy Sam? (Clearly, a very different Sam than the one we have now) His mom just had puppies. Yesterday, in fact. And, one of them is ours :) I am getting a girl this time around. I am getting way too outnumbered around here. And I'm excited!!! :) Hey, I warned you people. So what, I didnt' wait 6 months? Randy feeds into it....He's the one who wanted Georgie, the kitten. So there!

I think, when we move (or maybe before that) I'm going to look into becoming a midwife. Too many moms don't have the birthing options they want. I know that when I do get pregnant again, I want to deliver in a birthing center, instead of a hospital. I'd really like to deliver at home, but I don't know that anyone would allow that. It may be too risky. So, I will settle for a birthing center. I'd like to do a water birth. I've heard such wonderful things. But, I digress. SC does allow midwifery, so....I am going to look into it :)

Worst. Cat. Mom. EVER

OK, so Barnum has been limping for several weeks now. He's had a wound, and it just wouldnt' heal. (Needless to say, Barnum and Bailey are inside cats again) So...I took him to the vet.

And it's infected. Not a little infected. The vet said it was the largest abcess she's ever seen. And that, she couldnt' be certain without an xray, but she thought it went to the bone. Apparently, little patches of healing skin had grown over/around some of the infection, so on top of the main abcess, there were lots of little infection patches. WHY didn't I take him in sooner? I just kept thinking it would heal. Ugh...terrible, I tell ya...Just terrible! Poor kitty.

But, just since he went yesterday, he has been more playful than he had gotten. At least he's on the road to recovery!

You can't say you weren't warned....

I would like to introduce you to Georgie, our new kitten. She looks like a Georgia Peach.

Yes, yes I know. We are nuts. Certifiable. We have a house on the market, 2 bio dogs, a step dog, 2 bio cats, a puppy in 10 weeks, and now...Georgie. I'm a sucker. And I'm Still. Not. Pregnant. So, yeah, I got a new "baby".

She's very sweet. Of course, I have to take her to the vet for de-worming and all that. I will make an appt for her when I take Barnum tomorrow to get his paw looked at.

Walkin' In A Winter Wonderland

Snow, snow everywhere! Wyatt woke up begging to go out. He made it down the front steps, and he was begging to come back in. Mocha, on the other hand, literally LEAPT for joy out there. Which did my heart good, as she hasn't been very playful with everything going on. Then...wonder of wonders....she came inside and ate for the first time since Sam died. Oh, it makes me feel so good to see it!

So, on the list for today....Get laundry done, get our room all put away, and organize the kitchen. Tomorrow I want to tackle Wyatt's room and my craft room. I should probably, some time today, shovel our insanely long driveway so my husband can come home tomorrow. And I have to go to work, too. For now, though, there is coffee to be drunk. And drink it I will!

Is it Spring yet?

What an insane week!

Well, let's see...where to start.....

The terrible cough I had all week progressively got worse. Thank goodness Randy had taken some vacation time for a vacation that we postponed, so he was home to take care of Wyatt so I could take care of me. After getting short of breath walking across the room last night, I was pursuaded to go to the ER. And I was then diagnosed with a mild case of pneumonia. But m-o-o-o-m....I want bronchitis like everyone else! All the other kids have it, why can't I?

Someone came to look at the house today. I hope they love it. While they were here, we went to our old stand by, Chick Fil A. Wyatt opened the door to go into the playroom, and got his foot stuck under the door. A trip to the rescue squad to see Daddy and have him fix it, and Wyatt was good as new. Daddys are the best fixers ever!

Yesterday we aquired 2 kittens. They are currently nameless. 7 week old boys. I have no clue...Tom & Huck? Barnum & Bailey? (My house is like a circus most days)

Now....for the bad mommy moment. (Other than him losing some skin today) I am so torn about the whole schooling thing. I enjoy homeschooling him, but I also enjoy a peaceful and quiet house when he's at school. I feel rotten saying that. He's my son, it's my job to raise him, and not to be (just a little) relieved when he's at school. Randy's pushing me to send him, because he says he can tell a difference when I've had that me time, since I've been sleeping in. That makes me feel terrible! I've started looking at options. If we stay in this house because it doesn't sell, he will go to public school (we have great schools) If we get the house we want (terrible schools) then he will go to christian school. (Already researched the school, I'm excited to schedule a tour) I feel like I'm somehow failing as a mother. Which I know isn't true, because a lot of good parents send their kids to school. I just wanted to homeschool. Or I thought I did.