It seems a little risky to say this, but I do believe we're settling in at long last! A routine of sorts is developing, we know where most of our belongings are (at least which box!) - shoot, we even had a garage sale Saturday. Oldest son is job-hunting again, youngest son is actually doing well with school, darling daughter is thinking art-school portfolios.....and me? I'm getting ready to go see my sister for a few days of sisterly bonding and serious thrift shopping!
Seriously, in the last week or so I've realized that I'm becoming more content with being here. I'll spare you the process (as all three readers weep in gratitude), but there's been a lot going on in my head that has been - ah - painful, but growth oriented. Hubby and I have talked about things at length, and probably will continue to do so, but for now we're good right here. It is entirely possible that the arrival of something resembling fall weather has influenced my mood as well, but I couldn't say for sure.
Of course, there are some things that never change no matter where we live. Example A, our dogs. I understand that dogs are pack animals and want to be with their people, blah blah blah, but do they really all have to follow me to the bathroom every time? I've been taking care of that by myself for a looooong time, fellas, I really don't need help! And why is it that with four other people in this family, all four dogs usually choose me as their personal cushion? Boris and Frodo aren't so bad - at 15 and 18 lbs, it's not that painful. But when Zeus decides to plop his 65-lb rear on top of the little guys, and then they all commence fighting over who gets the squooshiest part of my lap - OW! I have a constant string of paw-sized bruises on my thighs thanks to sneak attacks from those crazy dogs. Shyla, thankfully, is usually (usually!) content to just lay on my feet. But jeez, guys! A little personal space, please? Sigh....
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