…before we completely change format and direction. Can’t be 100% on new format and direction, my partner is a very hard person to nail down, as you can see. In fact, I don’t think you can see I have a partner, he is a bit absent:)
Anyway, a few things before we go “all funky:” First, boy children are very odd. At some point last night my son removed his diaper from underneath his blanket sleeper (which was still on him completely, but unzipped) and peed and pooed all over everything. By “everything” I mean everything, including the carpet beneath the crib (the boy has aim), his blanket, his animals, his bedtime book, a book used to prop his crib when he is congested…EVERYTHING. But, I didn’t find that until 8:30am. At 6:30am, I sliced my thumb open with a knife while cutting potatoes (which I HATE) for a meal I don’t like (pot roast) for a husband type person who wasn’t even here for the dinner. This on top of being up all night with a different child who has some issues that have been of great concern. Soooooooooo….cleaning poop and pee while trying to hold your profusely bleeding left thumb over your head (all before 8:45am) on threee hours of light sleep obviously makes for a great day!!! (This is why we are changing format. I am annoying myself) Oh, wait for it, though!!! So I was covered in pee and poop and blood (my own) and therefore removed my soiled clothing and began the walk downstairs when the door bell rang! (This is the best part!) The Jehovah’s witnesses will NEVER return to my house. Can you say “full frontal”?!?!? The expression on their faces was priceless. Still making me giggle.
So, tricky morning leads into a horrendous afternoon. I will spare details, but have to make this one point very clear…when you care about someone, you care about what is important to them. One of the kids had an odd fascination with bugs and wanted to keep them in her room. I am not a hater nor am I a big fan of bugs, but because it was important to her, I didn’t squish the suckers. I like football, but I would never walk out of a gathering because my team was losing (unless I was being harrassed incessantly, Driscoll). A friend who attended a party this past weekend at my house totally walked out when his team started losing. Do I get angry at that, or do I just feel sad for him that he lost a game he cared so much about (keep in mind he wasn’t playing)? People all care about different things and when you care about people, you care about their things. Some people are mortified when their grandmother passes away, some rejoice. Some people love cats, some hate them and love dogs. And even if your friends or the people you care about in life have interests or important things to them that you don’t like or understand, you care about those things FOR them.
Here is my perfect example: A dear friend of mine had two dalmations (who were INSANE) that he used to dress up. IN clothes. Tutus. Outfits. I was mortified. I mean, horrified. Dogs don’t wear clothes (especially Dalmations in Florida). But, he cared about their attire, I mean really, really cared. He passed in an unfortunate accident and afterwords, I found myself waking up at night wondering if the dogs were properly attired. This is a huge example from me because I truly believe, except for maybe in Alaska where snow shoes are required, dogs don’t need clothes.
I loved my friend dearly, and we didn’t agree on everything, but due to my deep love and respect for who he is/was and the role he had in my life, I honored him with several panic attacks in the middle of the night over what color tutu the puppies were wearing. And whether or not they matched.

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