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Scene:  Josh is sitting next to me in my king sized bed working on math review.  Easy stuff, addition and subtraction, regrouping, etc.  Robin is in trouble, standing in front of my dresser in time out because she refused to spell the word “four”.  Wendy is laying on a blanket on the floor in front of an overturned storage ottoman, repurposed as a dog house.  Jake is snaking his body around my head in an attempt to get me to stop typing.  He keeps bothering Josh and trying to stop him from doing his work, so one of us has to sacrifice.  Jake has just now moved to nap just close enough to Josh to periodically flick his tail onto his clipboard.

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I’m in a lot of pain.  The knee thing has really progressed to the point where I’m in pain all the time.  It’s advanced osteoarthritis in my knees and I had an MRI done yesterday to see what’s going on with the soft tissues in there.  I’m going to assume some damage because when I walk it doesn’t just hurt in my knees, but up and down through the femur and tibia.

That’s no moon.

I’m not a rocket surgeon, but I don’t think my bones are supposed to be all jaggedy like that. My actual doctor agreed with me and sent me to the orthopedic surgeon who made a face when he poked around my knee and sent me for an MRI.  I have the MRI pictures, too, but it all looks like cross sections of ham.

Except my leg looks disgusting, and this looks delicious.

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After some serious consideration about Wendy, we have decided to keep her.  I have been in contact with Dream Dachshund Rescue and while Wendy would be a good candidate for an adoption, there just isn’t anywhere for her to go right now.  There was a lot of back and forth on what to do with her, how to take care of her, etc and ultimately, I just feel like I need to redouble my efforts to take care of my dog and keep my house clean.  It’s not easy, but I love her and honestly nothing is ever fucking easy.  Ever.

Look at her scarf. LOOK AT IT!

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In other news, my son took his green belt test for Tae Kwon Do, turned 7 and we all went to LegoLand.  It was a busy weekend.  To become a green belt, he has to join the National Taekwondo Federation:

So cool!

and he had to write an essay with his application:

I didn’t write it for him.

Proud Mom is proud.

 Holy cow.  I never get any good pictures of him testing because I try to stay on the furthest side of the room so I don’t distract him.  He is always the tiniest kid in his group though:

Miniature.

He just got moved to a new class, presumably because he just turned 7.  Pretty soon he’ll change classes again, I think, to be with the green belts.  I’m weepy and proud and excited for him.

He picked the yarn because he’s an old man.

In other news, I shouldn’t have a seven year old.  I can’t even take care of a plant.  He had a great birthday and I was happy to do all the work even though I was totally unprepared and literally had to take a bunch of narcotics to dull the pain in my knees.  I stayed up until 2 AM the night before making sure everything was done for his birthday, even running out to Kroger past midnight because I didn’t have enough candles.  Who doesn’t have enough candles for her baby boy’s birthday???

Laval and the happiest 7 year old ever!

Legoland was a total hit and very affordable.  We spent hours there, ate lunch, watched movies, rode rides, built stuff, tore stuff up, etc.  Perfect.  They even have an adult night which is awesome.  I love how adults are not allowed in unless accompanied by a child.  Because you know there are weirdos out there and that’s the last thing you need to see is a 30 year old man fighting with a  year old over the last Lego brick.

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Josh is done with his work for the day and Robin is finally out of time out and working on subtraction next to me in bed.  I’m about ready for a nap, but I probably won’t get one.  My plans for next few weeks are:

nothing.

Here’s to keeping my plans.

January 24

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January 24th was my Dad’s birthday.  He would have been 65 years old.  That seems impossibly young, or at least too young to just drop down dead.  I’ve been the most ridiculous mess my whole life for the past week or so so instead of blithering on about this, I’d rather talk about any other damn thing.

This is the year my Dad died. I’m not very good at this game.

This is the sweatshirt blanket I made in 2012 and I love it SO MUCH.  I blanket stitched the edging on but now after 2 years of constant use and almost weekly washing, it’s falling apart. I’ve spent a fair amount of time in the past week ladder stitching it like normal (read: how it should have been done the first time).

Mood changes, fear, and depression.

No where on the prescription did it list ‘assholery’ as a side effect.  And yet in the past week Wendy has pooped in the house TWICE and JUMPED UP ON THE COUCH TO PEE RIGHT ON THE MOTHERFUCKING COUCH!  The fear and anxiety is ruining my life.  I feel like a terrible pet parent because I am at my limit with this.  MY FUCKING COUCH WHERE I SIT AND DO COUCH THINGS.

I’m sure this is exactly how it happened.

In other, less awful news, school is going well despite a complete and utter lack of motivation from all parties. We’re chugging along, and Miss Creepy did the most adorable thing while practicing rhyming words and drawing:

That’s me hugging her. She’s my hug-a-bug.

*sigh*

Wendy Update

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Oh, the joys of this dog!  I love her, I do.  But she’s expensive.  I wondered if maybe I was being overly guilty…I always feel am completely guilty of not doing an adequate job of taking care of Boris. It has been almost two years (that long?) and even as I type this I’m crying.  Is that dumb?  I think that’s dumb.  Long story short, I’m the worst.  I worry that I’m getting all Münchausen by proxy on the dog but I’m really not.  Her seizures are real and her hella expensive bout of FUCKING RINGWORM was real.

The uniform of ringworm.

Luckily, after $110 worth of vet and blood work, her new anti-seizure medication is only about $15 a month.  One and a half pills, twice a day.  So much fun.  Incidentally, I bought some Pill Pockets and they are $9 for 30…so that works out to $18 for a month’s supply.  More expensive than the actual pills?  No thanks.  It’s getting returned.  I am just going to stick with wrapping it in lunchmeat.  I am surprised at the side effects though:

“mood changes, sadness, depression or fear”

She is seriously having emotional problems now.  She is hyper needy, constantly wanting to be on me, next to me.  A few days in, she started barking at night.  She has been crated at night downstairs for quite some time now but she’s never barked.  The first night it happened we were up and down all night until 2 AM.  It had never happened before so I started thinking there was something external that was wrong.  One of my biggest fears is that there’s someone hiding in the house.  This person has somehow broken in and is now laying in wait to murder us all.  It’s not a completely outrageous idea, especially in the Atlanta area.  Her anxiety is at max level at night with all the barking, whining, growling and all around scared behavior.

I spoke to the vet today and they’re calling in another medicine for the dog that shouldn’t cause the same side effects.  The pharmacy has to order it and it’s pretty much the same cost as the first medicine.  Hopefully it will all work out and the new medicine won’t a.) kill her or b.) make her freak out even more.

Unrelated: Jake might have jealousy issues.

Move along. Nothing to see here.