Of course, I'm late to get started, and can't seem to expedite Nanowrimo via the UK, Google Chrome, standing on my head or selling my first born to whomever will pay dividends...
I...have become a SAAAAD writer, a sorrowful Photojournalist, and on occasion a venting (near black out) mother. Yes you say...join the black out club. When ones angelic angel becomes a "I HATE YOU" preteen...what's a mother to do but comply.
"I know you do, now eat your grilled cheese damn it"
"But Moooom, the dog chewed a hole in the crotch of my best jeans"
Yeah, well, welcome to the club...in fact I still have items at the tailors I need to pick up (freakin dog) "But I waaaaaant a Jack Russell Mom!"
...and you got it, so did I, the floors, the carpets, and anything she could shedd upon (en mass)...so we got her a 12 yr old cat, MY old cat, whom she will surely kill from exhaustion. Run, run, chase, chase, it never ends until Bubu the cat smacks Achi chi the wonder dog in the face. At which point she comes whimpering to me, wanting to spread her "oatmeal love" all over my lap (the dog smells like oatmeal)
Yes, she needs a bath, but where to find the time...I'd have to give her a doggie valium if I took her to a groomer. Please don't get me wrong, this animal was so severely abused when we rescued her, and she's come so far in almost a year...she's a family member who still has "Burrowing" instincts. If we are in bed, she MUST burrow under the covers, leaving my lavender smelling sheets like, you guessed it...oatmeal.
Achi chi sleeps with Mer-boy at night, and so far I think (by pulling up every scatter rug on our concrete floors, I've been able to break her of relieving herself on his floor in the middle of the night. The FIRST thing I do in the morning is take her sleepy, yawning (so cute) ass out back and...there she goes! Comes RUNNING back in and climbs in bed with him.
She's terrified of the rain (I shudder to think of snow) horrified of the dark, thunder, and carrots...God knows what this poor animal went through.
She's been good for Mer-boy, at least he has someone as speedy as him.
It's been a long time coming, that we would own our home, be able to have a dog, cat, and Beta...gut the darn place and then make it ours...so many years I promised Mer "Soon honey, soon" as I worked so hard to clear up past debt...now here it is.
Smudges from little hands on every corner and doorway I can't stand to wash off...someday Mer won't be here, then maybe, but for now I love the fact I don't have to tell him every five minutes, "Honey, we don't own this house!"
I have one bare wall of concrete and sand with re-bar exposed. I LOVE this wall. Very Georgia O'Keefe, very Southwest, as is most of the home. As I was remodeling after closing, the lil buggar carved his beautiful name in the wall...and it will stay there forever...
...as I hope we do.
"Home" is so much more than a house.
a house is a building...a home is a place filled with love, safety and memories...
Posted by: Stef | Friday, November 06, 2009 at 12:40 PM