It’s weird today. I didn’t realize how strange our life had gotten in the last few months with a dying dog. Small things change along the way, you start to wake up every morning looking for the accidents in the middle of the night. You accumulate piles of old towels that you save for those accidents. You set up a special laundry basket in the laundry room for those towels.
We hadn’t been sleeping well for weeks because she’s had several bad nights where she wakes us up crying or bumping around the house having a seizure. And then when she doesn’t have a problem, we still wake up at every sound thinking she is. We walk around the downstairs gingerly because sometimes she had peed on the floor and it’s hard to see it before you step in it.
And then suddenly your dog is gone and you look at the piles of dirty towels and think, “Wow. When did it get that bad?” You wake up at the most random noise and think, “Wow. I really haven’t been sleeping well have I?” You just don’t realize how weird you life has gotten because the changes along the way are small.
So today we work with a new normal and that’s okay. Because SOMEONE IS SEVEN!
Can you believe this baby is SEVEN today? SEVEN!
She’s such a little grownup. She loves school. She’s competitive to a fault. She cares as much about getting AR points as she does about what shoes she’s going to wear. She tries as hard to score goals as she does to get math medals. She spends as much time reading as she does picking out her outfit. She’s a great combination of girly-girl and tomboy. Even though I abhor both of those words. She’s a staunch supporter of gay rights and gets stressed out when people don’t recycle. (What? I start them young.) She loves to sing and dance but she’s going as THOR for Halloween. I just love dichotomy that exists in her young personality and I look forward to see how that manifests as she gets older. I suspect she’ll be quite a fascinating women who scares the hell out of a lot of people.
So we move on and celebrate birthdays and adjust to the new normal.
And eat a lot of pumpkin bread because my weirdo daughter hates cake.