What does mother Eve do?
Today I woke up and made sure my college kids arrived safely from Utah. Actually, I had awaken earlier in the night and checked the bedrooms, found Hyrum in one bed, Arleene in another, and Seth downstairs on the sofa. By morning, I found Hyrum in a different bed, Arleene in the same one, Seth still on the sofa. Yea, Hyrum sleep walks when he is tired.
Next I noticed the dog not quite right, and examining her, found she had what appeared to be an abscess, so called the vet and got her an appointment at 9:30.
Great.
That gave me just enough time to take her to the waterway and walk her. One more adventure with Scooby Doo. And yes, the doc thought it was an abscess (although he did mention tumor as well, but ruled that out with a needle biopsy), so at his opinion I left her for a few hours, to get that taken care of. No details necessary.
I came back home and found Olivia and Rachel had arrived and Hyrum and Arleene up and about. I got to spend time with my little munchkin, and then had to pick up the dog, who was groggy from the morphine sedative, along with a prescription of antibiotics, and directions for care. I will spare those details as well.
We drove around a bit, got some lunch to take home, gasoline for the yukon, hair products for Rachel’s work and spent the rest of the day keeping busy with Olivia, and periodically checking the dog.
I got the dog to eat some cheese and turkey from my sandwich, but she refused the bowl of water. Finally I led her to her favorite watering hole, the toilet and she gulped down. I was relieved and came out to the family room with Olivia on my hip exclaiming with pleasure that “She drank out of the toilet”. Rachel glared at me a little confused, thinking I was talking about her daughter, but I reassured her that it was the dog.
The dog is still out of it, but seems to be coming around. Although Rachel is out of it as well, as she could not sleep well last night, being a mom and all.
I hate watching dogs on sedatives. And for that matter, my mom on sedatives is just as bad. On her last surgery she rambled on and on about things that were not even happening– “ Deila, the lemonade down by the pool is great”.
If my dog could talk, she would be telling me this too.
I called my husband in the a.m. as well, to check on him. I asked him if he stayed at the site, or got a hotel. The company has been trying to save money, so he thought he might stay at the portable house. One night on the air mattress the night before prompted him to make a change. He decided to retrieve the regular mattress he had taken up there almost a year ago, and had stored in “building three.” He related to me how finding it dusty with bird poop, he decided to hose it down. And then realizing it was too wet decided to take advantage of the warm summer heat and put it on the rooftop of his rented mustang, and drive around at 11 pm hoping it would dry.
Needless to say, he got a room at the Best Western.
He thinks way too far outside the box for me. Maybe this is why “It is not good that the man should bealone” (Genesis 2:18).
In the afternoon the piano teacher arrived, and luckily this week I did not forget.
We squeezed in an application of false eyelashes for me. Rachel adeptly applied them and I look younger now. Hooray.
Later in the day, I tried to locate Gene on his cell and make sure he would make his flight. He does not always answer, and hence my need to have the GPS so that I can locate him. This I did and found that he was still at the site, so my guess that he would miss his flight.
It’s 8 pm, and the day is almost over.
The best were the kisses from my granddaughter. And just watching her. Those are the best years being a mom, no need to feel guilty you did not get enough done.
But what am I talking about–Mother Eve is always getting a lot done, even on the dog days of summer.
