This week was fraught with worry. I worried about going to work, housecleaning, finances, children, and the highlight of the week...pets. Our dog Merle was diagnosed with a tick-borne disease. He is quite ill.
The husband has been away hauling RV's for a manufacturer. It's been up to me to get the kids up in the morning and back to bed in time at night. Honestly, my kids are exceptionally well-behaved children and go to bed with no fuss. They should by now. They're 18, 14 and 10. Seriously. If they still balked at bedtime I'd probably lose my shit.
Our ewes are due any day now. We even thought one was in labor last night, but this morning...nothing. This is our first time doing this so honestly, I don't know what we were looking for. Full udders and a swollen hoo-ha? Doesn't sound like much fun for her.
I'm trying to think of more things that I felt this past week...I avoid unnecessary anxiety so I'm having a hard time. Hopefully this gets easier as we go. It's like weekly therapy. I get to ramble and you get to judge. Isn't that how therapy works? That's how I've always felt about it anyway.
So that's about it. Not really much worthy of a whole post, but exposing myself like this...yeah. It doesn't come easy.
Join in! I know I just made it sound horrible, but really. If we get a dialogue started things change. Right?
I almost forgot. I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow with a new doctor to get my medications refilled or changed or something. I'm trying not to think about it.