Uplifting And Positive News
I drew the line at Chex Mix. I had to. Draw it somewhere. Had you been here to see what’s been going on in this home, you would’ve expected me to do something. Anything. A lot sooner. How many wives could standby calmly And bear witness to their husband’s love affair? It started innocently enough. Taking a walk with her. Private conversations. Snuggling on the couch. Wrestling games. Husband
I could tell you this was an accident. A moment of impetuousness. That would be a lie. The truth is I’ve been thinking about, Imagining, Planning this for weeks. This is what happens when a husband travels a lot. As has been the case with mine. Out Tuesday. Back Thursday. All for business. All productive. Admirable. And, And, Leaves me with freedom to do something he’d never approve of. Sleep with our dog in the bed. Before you judge, Let’s
Panic set in this week. During a phone call home while I was out of town. A last minute trip I’ll tell you about sometime. For now, this panic was about our “newish” puppy. Because of the last second nature of this trip, I left all the animals in care of my husband. There was a time when this would’ve seemed impossible. This man who didn’t want any pets. This man who has come so far. Early on, he learned
It’s that performance anxiety dream. The one where you’re in class and you haven’t done all the work. You’re not going to graduate. You’ll be the laughing stock of the class. You’ve had that dream, Dear Reader? The good part is when you wake up realizing this was just a dream. Everything is fine. Oh, were it so. That was no dream. That was my real life. My real puppy. The real final exam at puppy obedience school. I apologize
It’s possible I’m a terrible mother. As I have a crisis of confidence in my girl. She’s supposed to graduate this weekend. Between you and me- I’m not sure she’s going to make it. I scroll through Facebook seeing photo after photo of students boldly holding up their diplomas. “Look at what I’ve done!” Their smiles scream through my screen. As for our ceremony this weekend, The chances that my girl will come home with a diploma? Uh… It’s not
I’m still shaking my head. At this miracle treatment. The syndrome for which I was told there was no cure. That only time would heal this common malady. The affliction of living with teenagers. Perhaps you know the symptoms, Dear Reader. The rejection of your very being. To be told, That you are a dumb adult, Totally no fun to be around, A colossal bore. With an 16-year-old and an 18-year-old at home, we are in the thick of it.
You did this. I’ve said that many times these last few days. You, Dear Reader. You, who took the time to reach out after my beloved Darla Dog passed. You, who encouraged me to get another dog. You, who told me to not wait too long. You, who said the ache would ease. You, who said it wouldn’t, but to take the dive anyway. And so well, Saturday. The day my daughter saw a crack of opportunity in my husband’s
I’ve become that lady. The crazy one. You probably figured this was coming, Dear Reader. Checking in each week to see if I’ve become her yet. Indeed, I have. The crazy lady who misses her dog. Beyond misses. Most days, I ache. It’s been about two months since DarlaDog passed. I still swear I can hear her collar jingling in the other room. Still catch my breath when I see a few scraps from dinner and have to remind myself,
What can I say? I lied to my dog. Each day for almost 17 years I declared, “You are the smartest! The prettiest! The most clever! Best dog ever.” Well, the day she ate the stuffing out of my neighbor’s antique chair, I might’ve had a few other choice words. Still, I bet that day, Any day, really, She heard me. Smartest. Prettiest. Best. Was it a lie? Indeed, it was. Darla would never win Westminster. She never earned a
I never expected to catch my husband doing this. Not this husband. Not during what should be a season of gift giving. Oh, sure. Every wife is shocked. Says her man would be the last to love another girl. I can say it with fortitude. Not my husband. Not this girl. But it has happened. I’ve caught him. It appears, Husband has fallen for my dog. Yes, this husband who swore he never wanted a pet. This husband who couldn’t
