DAY IN AND DAY OUT

You know its hard to do a post when basically nothing happens or you hardly ever leave your house.

Lets see, I went to Costco two days in a row.  The first one was for groceries.  Paper towels, pita bread, staples...you know.  Anton came with me so he could start the process of getting new glasses.  I brought home fries and gravy and a hot dog.  Sigh.  And half the groceries ended up on the floor behind my chair in the kitchen.  I literally have no where to put them right now.

Then I went again the next day with Anton.  He had an eye appointment and new glasses to buy and he of course does not have a Costco card.  So whilst he did all that I sat in the food court, read my book and had a latte.  Exciting eh?

Somewhere in here I obtained Emma.  Due to newly painted doors in the Bootle house, she is stuck in their laundry room all day while Elayna is on twelve hour shifts.  Thats a long long day.  So she can be here.

But we have a  problem.  She simply will not pee or poo while she is on a leash.   Anton has been letting her out the basement door after dark but during the day she has to be on a leash.  I don't know what the heck her problem is.  We go out there, and her leash is long, and she goes over there and lays down.  That would be fine but then yesterday she went downstairs and pissed all over the basement.

So now she is confined to her dog bed.  I won't let her out until I have seen her pee.  I keep taking her outside and I think eventually she will do her business and then she will be free. 

See how exciting my life is right now?

Next week I am actually doing a couple of things. On Tuesday I am babysitting Stirling for a morning and Amy is coming for coffee on Wed.  Big woop!!!

Yesterday I got calls from three of my kids, every one of them in distress.  April lost over half her london pics when Iphoto crashed.  I can relate.  I lost all my pics I took up to 2011 when I got a new computer and transferred them all over.  Such an awful loss.  Monte phoned in a complete total panic attack.  He couldn't see or breath.  I felt so helpless listening to him going totally crazy with fear.  I finally hung up and phoned Pat.  He tore upstairs with a couple of Ativan and that did the trick.  Kevin called.  He is sick and fatigued.  He has been this way, plus other symptoms, since he was in Maui three years ago.  The Dr. has done a million tests with no answers.  So now he is on that hamster wheel searching for a diagnosis.  My poor kids.

Now I am on the hunt for boots packed away downstairs in one of the unpacked boxes that are too heavy for me to move and a recipe for pineapple ginger chutney.  Such is my Sunday.

TTYL