Today Is A Yucky Day

Today feels like a yucky day. It's hard to say what exactly is making it a yucky day to me, because I have a long list of negatives zooming through my head. There are obviously some days in our lives that are wonderful from morning to night, some that seem horrible, and some that fall in between. I am most content with those that fall in between, but today is not one of those, darn it.

For starters, my feet still itch from the very small amount of poison ivy that I managed to get into last weekend when I was rounding up Brutus when he was on an off leash chipmunk chase. He was being a dog, and he didn't leave our yard, but I am starting to get tired of him wanting to "play" with chipmunks, and "accidentally" killing them. Then he has to sit and pout with it for a few hours, and it is horrifying. It is actually what he is doing at this very moment, and it grosses me out. Typically, I would have him in the house, in the tub with his tooth brush in his mouth, but the Benadryl I took for my feet has me tired, and as you can tell, a little, mmmm, make that a LOT, grumpy.

On to more complaining. It's hot and humid. I know that I should be outside weeding or walking the dog or doing something, but I can't stand it. A while ago I stepped outside with my reading glasses on to check on Brutus (and his dead body that he is guarding) and when I came back in my glasses fogged up a bit. I'm thinking I probably shouldn't have written that fact, because it might mean that my air conditioning is a little too low, but I'm not changing it!! I know it's extremely hot, because during that same trip outside, a paint turtle was trying to climb the side of the kiddie pool that I have set up for Brutus to take a swim. He was only about eight inches across, so I carefully picked him up by his sides and carried him down the hill to the lake. No need to swim next to the dog (and the dead chipmunk, grrrrr).

I also walked downstairs today to find that Princess, our oldest kitty, had thrown up on the carpet in the family room. Not just a little vomit, but projectile vomit. I decided the best bet was to let it dry, vacuum it up and then start with the carpet shampooer. It is virtually impossible to have a clean house for more than a day with four animals living here, and by the end of the weekend after ignoring the housework for two full days when Don is here, I feel like I have to start all over from the very beginning. Grumpy grumpy grumpy. Oh my god. I can barely stand myself today!

Last, but I'm sure not least, I have been taking doxycycline for almost two weeks now for lymes, and my joints are still very achy. I have no idea if this is normal or not, but I don't like it. I'm used to walking every day with Brute, and generally moving around quite a bit, and I just don't feel like it. My ear ache went away in about three days, so I'm keeping my fingers crossed that the achy joint business will also go away soon. One week of antibiotics to go. It isn't the nicest of meds. The sun feels horrible in a very short amount of time, and it's very hard on the tummy.

So, now that I am done complaining, I promise, I am going to TRY to look at the positives for the rest of the day. There are many in my life. Some days they are just harder to remember than others! And, if I still don't feel like giving Brutus a bath and brushing his teeth, he just might have to sleep in the garage tonight. That thought finally brought a smile to my face, because seeing my big macho Brutus covered in vanilla oatmeal bubbles and chicken tooth paste makes me happy, and makes HIM very grumpy!! That'll teach him to play with chipmunks.