All I can say is it Friday yet? Please, Friday, hurry up and get here! I am sure you can imagine how my life is going right now, HA! And that’s not “HA” funny, it’s “HA” this is pathetic. I have always heard about people having their grown children move back in with them. But I never, ever, thought it would happen to me. I love my children to death and there is nothing I wouldn’t do for them. My son has been here today, it makes 3 days, and it seems like 3 years. He works the afternoon shift 2 – 10 p.m., and sometimes he work 12 hours. The last couple of nights he has come in and has wanted to talk. I have no problem listening to him and giving him advice (and of course, telling him his shit don’t stink, lol!). But he is a worse night owl than I am. He wants to talk till 4, 5 or 6 in the mornings. This old dog just can’t hang. The bad thing, this old dog ain’t that old but this lifestyle will make you an old dog quick.
Yesterday, I got so sleepy I couldn’t stand it. I decided I had too much to do to take a nap. So half asleep, Kiki and I waddled out the door. I forgot to put her leash on her because I was half asleep. Well she stayed on the porch like a good girl. I thought, “this is going to be a breezy.” So with my mind settled Kiki was going to behave, I started pulling up stones. I have been running into wolf spiders every other stone. I lifted this one up and sure enough, there sit a huge wolf spider. I went to beating him with one of the stones. In the meantime, a huge black Lab comes strolling down the street. Little Miss Perfect (Kiki) took off like a bullet. Well I forgot about the spider, but the spider didn’t me. As I was getting up, the spider bit me always on my rump but thank goodness he missed. He got me were your leg ends and then the fatty part of your rump begins. I can’t wait to go to the doctor, oh brother. But anyway, I took off running after my idiot dog. My neighbor finally caught her. After all this, I was starting to get sick from the bite. We came in the house and I laid down in the floor and went to sleep. I got up around 11:00 p.m. I cleaned up the kitchen and told my husband, he needed to talk to our son. So I went to bed because I was sick from the bite. Well believe it or not, my hubby talks to my son. Three o’clock in the morning, I am sound asleep. Here comes my son wanting to know if I am a wake. Three in the morning why wouldn’t I be wide awake??? His father had made him mad and he wanted to talk to me about it. Well he talked to about 5:00 this morning. I need to go and buy me some more toothpicks to hold my eyes open. I don’t believe I am going to survive my son’s divorce. The funny thing, he thinks this is really rough on him, HA!
I feel like Lurch on the Addams’ Family, lol! All I know, my mother-in-law use to tell me, “If I knew then what I know now, I would have had puppies instead!” I now understand, she was a very wise woman!