...is sponsored by the letter P.
As in Pee. Or, as The Daddler puts it - Piss. It always catches me by surprise when he says that, because he never cusses these days. Except for the occasional "damn" when I scare him with my driving. One of these days, I'm gonna pull over and make him drive. I'm sure he'd do a great job. Seriously.
About the pee. I did a very impetuous thing. I brought another dog into our family. He's a seven year old Jack Russell terrier rescue. So sweet. But, he's only recently been neutered. Which means he's used to marking his territory. Which means this horrible carpet is ruined. That's kind of redundant, because beige carpet is intrinsically awful. On top of Bubba's effort to comfort himself, Lucy has regressed. So she's peeing everywhere.
To make matters worse, we had a thunderstorm last night. Both dogs are afraid of thunder. And they hate the rain. And my yard is a mud pit. Picture this. At 5:48 this morning, I was soaking wet and covered with mud. Trying to corral two dogs who had full bladders and colons, and very muddy paws.
Somehow, I made it through the day. Improvised. The Daddler wasn't too bad. We decided to divide and conquer. He maintained Lucy duties, and I handled Linus (a/k/a Bubba).
I was in the home stretch a little while ago. I'd fixed The D a good dinner, and I was cleaning the kitchen. He appeared. He mentioned an accident. I assumed it was Lucy, but I realized it wasn't her. It was Daddy. He showed me his pants, which were very wet. Said he felt the urge to go, but before he could stand up, it happened. I told him I'd schedule an appointment with his urologist. I told him to take a shower and put his clothes in the laundry basket. I was due to do another couple loads anyway.
I hope his eyes were just watering, but I saw a tear under his lower eyelid. All of a sudden, I was a new mother with a sick child. Fiercely protective, and scared to death to realize that I wasn't in control. That I'm in over my head.
I have my work cut out for me, but I can't think of a better way to spend my time. And selfishly, I hope that if I can love the unlovely, it'll come back to me in the end...
Welcome to my world!
My life's been crazy since my Daddy moved in with me immediately after my mother's death in October 2010. My one and only kiddo headed to college at Carolina at the end of August. So...I lived on my own, for the first time in my life, for a total of a blissful six weeks. Then, I started the parenting gig with my dad. He's a combination of a grouchy old man, a surly teenager and a temperamental toddler. Needless to say, I get very close to the brink of insanity sometimes. I get through life by finding the humor in difficult circumstances. And for some reason, I wind up in the weirdest situations. I couldn't make this stuff up. So I wind up having lots and lots crazy adventures which make great stories to share with my friends. Writing about my life is so therapeutic. My ramblings range from funny to sad to angry (full of cuss words) to sweet. While my focus is dealing with the trials and tribulations of being a parent to my Daddy, I have lots of random, totally unrelated posts. Whatever's on my mind. I love to make people laugh, and I'm happy to think my readers will get my strange sense of humor. And maybe, people who are in my situation will be encouraged. That's all I can hope for...