My mother in law had an ongoing war with groundhogs. My husband stays up at night sometimes for the raccoon attacks. I have the Dragon!
He has struck yet again. I am doing better technologically, although my spelling and spell check cannot make friends. My ongoing problem is the inability to control the location of my phone. I can walk across the room and forget where it is. I have found it in the closet, in the refrigerator, outside, in the garage. The list is endless. This time, sadly, within a 15 minute span of time, it totally disappeared. I have cried, I have prayed, I have considered seeing a psychic to find it. All of the location devices attached to it have no answer for me. It has simply disappeared.
The kinds are being unusually sympathetic with this loss. I am remembering however, berating The Surprise for losing his new phone ten years ago. During Sunday's family dinner of course, there was much discussion about where the phone might be. We can all narrow it down to a fifteen minute gap of time. Time warp? Possibly.
And then, our oldest dog of some 14 years, made a rather large puddle on the kitchen floor. The crowd lost it with my comment that he is starting to slip. Eyebrows were raised and the usual comments about me slipping and what the limits are began. Of course, generally the consensus is that if I cannot control my bodily functions, I go straight to "The Home". Chester (the dog) is fortunate that I am kinder than that. With seven dogs in the house now (yes, I said seven), we occasionally get "accidents." Doc, however has a unique way of handling things. First, he is slightly annoyed with the noise and chaos that the dogs can produce. Add that to all the people and it can be overwhelming. But....the messes on the floor irritate him the most. His answer is to simply plop a paper towel on the mess.
That's it. The mess is left for me to fin, unless he chooses to make a public announcement first. Sometimes, I can find three paper towels in various places in the house. That is a bad night. And I dutifully walk around collect them and cleaning underneath them.
Which brings me full circle. The kids have threatened to take me to "the Home", or worse leave me in Doc's care. I did not hesitate to remind them that based on their father's method of handling "messes" in the house currently, if I start to "slip" and he is caring for me, they are likely to find me sitting in the kitchen covered in paper towels and waiting for someone to clean the mess. I certainly cannot call for help because I can never find my phone.
It's nice to be cared for isn't it? Hope you got a little chuckle today. Our family certainly did with this discussion! I hope you have a blessed week. Keep laughing. Force a grin if that is all you can manage, but know that you are loved.
Wife, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Nurse, Grandmother, Friend...that's me in a nutshell!