November 24, 2010 by The Domestic Goddess
Did you ever read those “choose your own adventure” books when you were a kid? The ones that had the multiple endings and you had to turn to, say, page 87 if you wanted Joey to play baseball or 103 if you wanted him to stay in Marching Band? Sound familiar anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
Anyways, I’m going to give you a “choose your own adventure” post, with a twist. You get to choose what you want to hear about and skip the rest. I’m just trying to please every body. How’s that for service?
If you want to hear about Bugaboo’s awful, no-good, bad day, keeping reading right after this.
If you want to hear about my crappy back problems and how frustrated I am that I can’t lift weights or run, read about half way down.
If you want to hear about how hectic it is with six dogs in the house at Thanksgiving (and what we’ll do to guard the turkey) read at the bottom.
Bugaboo’s terrible, awful, no-good day: Bugaboo had a rotten ride to school on Monday. His little bus mate, who attends the same school, was apparently upset about something and she began screaming and throwing shoes and whatnot. Keep in mind that these guys are non-verbal and have tons of behavioral and neurological issues. Which meant that Bugaboo got upset because she was upset and for forty minutes of the ninety minute bus ride, Bugaboo sobbed and bit himself. Which means his arm is bruised, he broke the skin and it looks awful. AWFUL. And, worse yet, for the rest of the day he broke down in sobs. Even in the bathtub. We felt AWFUL for him.
Crappy Back problems: The disc issues have reared their ugly head again and I’m not quite healed from last month’s bout with them. In other words, PT is not working and it looks like I’ll have to go see a neurosurgeon. I really, really don’t want surgery but I cannot take care of my family if I’m in constant pain and don’t have full range of motion. It’s frustrating! Not to mention I cannot work out, lift weights or run. And I’m up thirty pounds at this point and I HATE it. I just don’t feel like me. /end rant
Six dogs on Thanksgiving: I wasn’t going to, but I decided to take on dog sitting for the holiday. From today until Saturday we’ll have six dogs total, two are mine. four of them like sleeping on the bed. Last night The Guy I Live With slept on the couch. Go figure. But hey, dogs mean money, money means we can buy things we need. Like iPads. Yes, we need an iPad. I’ve decided that they’re pretty much amazing and I must secure one for Bugaboo. YOU SHOULD SEE THE APPS for the disabled. Absosmurfly amazing. Wait, I’m supposed to be talking about dogs. Um…the turkey. Right. We plan on putting them outside while we eat. I learned my lesson from Shad Roe the Wonder Dog. It doesn’t matter if it’s a holiday or a large, expensive cut of meat. They’ll eat it anyway. Even if it is in a TIN CAN (she was part goat, I swear.
There! How was your adventure?
The next few days I’m going to be cooking and cleaning up a storm. Which leaves little time for writing. Which is ok, since I had to write all of my articles for other sites in two days because offices are closed for Turkey Day and whatnot. Which means my fingers are numb and my brain is fried and I’m praying I don’t suck.
That is all.