Andy and I had a night off from the boys. We watched the UT game but I found two things odd. (1) No interruptions & (2) UT won. Both greatly appreciated.
Today we picked the kids up, after almost flooding the in-laws house with simultaneous poop flushings from Rowan and Bec. As we were leaving their house, Bec escaped from his car seat twice. Car seat behavior is one reason I want to commit myself.
We stopped by the store to buy chicken for Frank. Andy went in. The boys and I waited in the van. In the distance we could hear sirens gettings closer. I joked with RoRo that the cops were coming for him.
He didn't buy it.
But Bec did.
I told him they were coming for him because he wouldn't stay in his car seat. Quivering lips and overflowing tears, the whole nine yards. Just before the true wailing could begin, a firetruck passed and I told him I was kidding. But come on. Making your kids cry because he thinks he's going to jail?
Reason numero uno why I'm glad I woke up today.
I'm trying so hard to not focus so much on the future. To concentrate much more on the here and the now. The problem I'm having right now, today, in being happy, is that I can't quit thinking about Frank and that he'll be gone soon. Another void left in our once Puppy Four Pack.
I can say that I wished I didn't care so much but that would be a lie.
Reason two that I'm glad I have today is that today we still have Frankie. We may not tomorrow. But we do for one more day.
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