Thursday, August 15, 2013
I Am Pig Pen
I was fine with that. Zach's helping a friend move, Tim's off hunting jobs and I have the house to myself.
I gave myself a much needed manicure. I even got all crazy and trimmed my cuticles. Then I decided to paint my toe nails too. I took off my flip flops and was disgusted by the dirt between my toes.
I'm not a clean freak, whether it be my house OR me. I normally work six days a week and shower six days a week. I clean house about every other week but keep it liveable in between and Tim and the kids kick in to help every once in a while. I mainly concentrate on the kitchen and baths, the rest is window dressing to me. When you have two kids still at home and three dogs, keeping the house immaculate is pretty much impossible unless it is your full time job. I get my spurts and will attack a room with Mr. Clean (Febreze scent) windex and Murphy's oil soap. (my three favorite cleaning products) I am always amazed when I get through how little time it actually takes and how wonderful the results can be.
I basically haven't left the house since bumming a ride home from work Monday night. I get up in the morning, brush my teeth, run a washcloth over my face and call myself clean (enough). I like to think of myself as being very European. When we used to go to Florida every summer for vacation with my family, as long as we had the ocean and a pool to swim in I was good for the week. I might shower once if we went out to eat.
Tonight I'm going to have to break down and take a nice long hot bath...I'm beginning to get a bit rank. Even the dogs quit licking me.
Speaking of dogs...
Then I started thinking about how many dogs are neglected, mistreated and abandoned. Yeah, we're broke and studding out a male dog would bring in some money but I need to maintain some sanity around here and it's not like studding them out will entirely fix our economic debacle and the world certainly doesn't need more dogs, there are plenty out there who need a good home first.
The person I am in contact with at the foundation that offered to help Ham is out of town until next Monday. I am formulating my letter from Ham to them. Ham's a great dog, didn't ask to be part of our family we adopted him. He's gone blind and it's become an issue having two other rescue males here. I've become afraid of letting all three in the house at once until Tim or Zach get home and that's not the way I (or the pups) want it.
People have helped Ham get so far. Ham would be dead by now if they hadn't pitched in to not only send him for eye evaluation but pay for his shots, gas to and from vet visits and even dog food. Then they paid for his heart worm treatment. The boy has come so far thanks to so many and I simply want Ham to go the final mile and be able to see again, and limited vision is all we ask for.
Once again harassing the foundation tomorrow with yet another email but at least they have so far responded every time. To people who don't have dogs, I know I sound crazy. To people who DO have dogs, thanks for loving my Ham and helping him get to this critical point.
Back to the real world tomorrow, working all weekend and only have to bum a ride on Friday!
Soaking in a hot tub, washing away three day's worth of grime and waking up tomorrow to do it all again.
"It's not about what it is, it's about what it can become." (Dr. Seuss)
Til next time, a stinky dirty but extremely lucky and grateful COTTON.