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My Life Thus Far
2011-04-13 06:04:26 (UTC)

Sunshine To Grasp For

Overall, I had a good day. Unfortunately at the moment, I'm feeling a little stressed. I've got a couple of things on my mind. They're the type of stressors that can only be alleviated by handling the problems. So, that's what I'll do (am doing).

Lately it feels like life has been getting in the way of my workouts. Yesterday maintenance coming and unexpectedly having to work, today a fiasco with Kiki's bus cut my workout short. Her bus was 20 minutes late, so I had her come back inside (thinking maybe we'd missed it somehow, although she didn't leave the house late) only for it to drive past as soon as she set foot inside. So, I drove her to school. It sounds selfish that driving my daughter to school and taking my son to therapy interfere with my life, but really going to the gym is the only thing I do for myself. The rest of my life is surrounded by taking care of them or working. I was hoping to get a decent workout in tomorrow, but that isn't looking likely, either :( I managed to get in about 30 minutes today, if I leave the house before 9am I can get in a full two hours! There's a ray of sunshine to grasp for :)

Snookums found a private rescue organization that might be able to take Tanner. One of their trainers is coming tomorrow at noon to evaluate him and have us fill out some paperwork. Part of me feels bad about giving him up (because when I take in an animal, I intend for it to be forever), but we're not capable of training him the way he needs to be trained. We've had him a year and there has been little perceptible improvement. He didn't get the socialization and training his breed NEEDS as a puppy and now it's probably too late. He'll have to go to a home that's quieter with less troubling stimuli. He went ape-shit when the UPS man came to the door today and it was yet another sign that we're doing the right thing. This is one of my stressors. I'm hoping all goes well tomorrow.

My other stressor is Keenan. Well, Keenan's teeth. Because of his prolonged pacifier use and his love of the sippy cup, I'm pretty sure he's got cavities (the former dental assistant in me feels very ashamed). I need to have him seen, but I'm really worried about his reaction. He's so anxious all the time. I'm not sure how he'll handle it. I know he'll have to be medicated, because he freaks out when I brush his teeth. He'll never let a dentist stick his hands in there. I just need to make the appointment and let the professionals do what they do. It's for his own good.

It feels way later than it is. I guess I should just try to get some sleep, if I can make my mind shut up...




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