Some days are harder than others

They truly are. I don’t know how I manage to go through most days but I do. I know that when there are things to do whether I want to get off my butt or not, they need to get done. There are days when I want to stay in bed and not do anything but I can’t. I can’t NOT do nothing. I can’t. I tried doing an eye treatment, where I had to put cucumbers on my eyes for 15 minutes. It was the longest 15 minutes in my life. it really was. I have to keep moving, doing things, shaking and dancing. I think I can wait until I am old to stop moving, lol.


“Go ahead and throw money at the vet”

“Go ahead and throw money at the vet”

That’s what he said to me when I told him that I wanted to make an appointment for Halley. As many of you know Halley is my other baby, my 10-year-old English Pointer and I love her. This past winter  she develop cysts, They are not painful to her as far I can tell, but they are unsightly and something has to be done about them. I recently received some extra money and want to get these things taken care of for her. I want to buy some clothes for me. I want to get the cable turned on. There are so many things that I would like to do but I feel so guilty if I took care of me before trying to take care of her. How can I? Isn’t that morally wrong? Selfish even.

This ethic’s class has brought up a lot of things in my life but right now the main thing that is bothering me is that I want to buy stuff for me, to take care of me for once but then I look at Halley and I can’t. She has lost weight but is still eating. She wants to play and is still active. How can I say that I don’t have the money to pay for her surgery but I can afford to get my hair and nails done, buy a bunch of clothes for me?

I understand that he wants me to save the money for important things, like paying bills at the house but this is my money and that is what I want to do with it. But some might say that this is border line animal abuse. True she is not in pain, but the simple sight of them is painful. His words,  when I told him that I was planning to take care of this is “If you want to throw your money at the vet, go ahead”. That is just painful. He might as well have said that he idn’t care about her. I’m hoping that he didn’t mean it the way that it came out but that’s how it came out. My heart hurt so much when he said that. That’s my baby, how can I not take care of her? If taking care of her means that I don’t get the football package this year then so be it. I am not going to let this go on any longer.

Well baby check-up

Well not anymore now she’s a “well child”. But that’s not for a couple more days. We just got back from our WIC appt and these are her stats.

She’s 43 1/8 inches tall and 41 lbs. My baby is not a baby anymore. I think I remembered that right but when we go in for her well child (I can’t say that yet) check up on Thursday I’ll write everything down and make sure I get it right.