Crabby Appleton is a term my mom used when we were little kids to describe our attitude when we were having a bad day . . . grumpy, in a bad mood, everything was terrible . . .
Today I was Crabby Appleton . . . in a bad mood for no apparent reason . . . everybody was twanging on my last nerve . . . everything was frustrating . . . if I didn’t know better I’d think it was PMS . . . but do post-menopausal women get PMS . . .
I saw a cartoon on FB that showed a cat as a therapist . . . asking the human patient if they had “tried pushing a bunch of shit off a table?” . . . and I laughed . . . then thought that might make me feel better . . . but I didn’t want to clean up the mess . . .
So I did the next best thing . . . I got out the lawn mower and cut the weeds in the front yard . . . it hasn’t rained a lot here lately and the grass is dead but the weeds are still growing . . . the yard looked better . . . then I decided I needed to edge the sidewalk and the driveway because, well, weeds . . . and I have this fabulous new mower and trimmer and haven’t used them at all . . .
What do you know . . . it did make me feel better . . . the yard looks nicer . . . even though the grass is dead . . . and the sidewalk is nicely trimmed . . .
Thank you, my darling Prince Charming, for teaching me that yard work can be therapeutic . . . I’ll have to work on the back yard over the weekend . . .
I’ve had dogs for all of my adult life
Started with Sheba . . . my XH’s dog when I met him . . . that became my dog when we got married because I was “mommy” . . .
Goldie . . . arrived to help heal my broken heart when Sheba passed away . . .
Blacky . . . was a lonely orphan that needed a home . . .
Luci . . . joined the family because Blacky was heartbroken after Goldie passed . . .
Rocky . . . came to torment Luci after Blacky passed . . .
Millie . . . the whirling dervish that wormed her way into Rocky’s heart . . . and mine . . .
Because of them I am Big Dog Mom Pam . . .
Loads of dog toys all over the house and sometimes on the stairs. Dog hair on just about everything I own. Doggie hair tumbleweeds and doggie nose prints on the front door, the back door, and all the windows in the Dog Mobile. I sometimes spend more on food for them than I do for me. Shoving pills down Rocky’s throat twice a day. Realizing that it takes longer to pack for them to go to the kennel for a weekend than it does to pack my stuff for a weekend get away.
Sometimes I think that after Rocky and Millie are gone that I might like to try the dog-free lifestyle . . .
Then I have a dog-free weekend . . .
No 7 am wake up call to feed Millie because she just can’t wait another minute for breakfast. No prancing puppies all through the house because they “know” it’s the weekend and we go on adventures after Mommy has her cup of coffee. No wiggling doggie waiting at the front door when I come home from the grocery. Nobody racing to the back door when I say “time to feed the birdies!” No Millie barking as back-up when Rocky goes racing off the deck to chase the gopher down the alley. No sad Millie eyes when she lays her head on my lap to tell me she’s ready for bed . . . and her bedtime snack!
The house is too quiet. The house is too clean.
Maybe I’m not ready for the dog-free lifestyle