I don't know if anyone has noticed, but I'm crazy right now. I am overwhelmed with foster dogs. I have 13 dogs in the house - 4 of which belong to me, another 4 are toddlers, and the other 5 are rescue mutts. It has been SO MUCH WORK with the puppies since right form the start. At first it was bottle-feeding and butt-wiping every two hours, and now it's trying to keep them contained and cleaned up after. I would have been much better off if I hadn't taken them, but they would probably be dead. So. They're here and they're running me ragged.
Aside from that I'm pretty stressed financially. Shadow has this Beta Club trip coming up that I really want him to go to. I'm determined that he's going, but between that and all of the extra dog stuff I've been buying money is really tight. I don't have a clue about Christmas. I've never done it big, so whatever. I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.
The lady I foster for is now helping me with dog food and that is a great relief. I will be ok - I just need to calm the hell down and try to think clearly.
Anyway, for the last 3 Fridays in a row I've just come home from work and cried. Because I go to work and I work, and then I come home and I work. So mix that and the worrying about money and I'm just a wreck. A complete and utter mess - like I've never been before. I've been losing weight and having chest pains. Like... if I've ever been not ok, now is that time.
So today, of all days, [I'm not naming names so if you don't want anyone to know it was you don't comment and out yourself] I started getting nasty messages on FB about a dog I'd taken in. A member of the family wanted her back, but that is not how rescue works. So I got messages from several different people telling me that they're upset, and that I suck at rescue, and that I don't help dogs, and that they'll make sure no one ever gives me another dog, etc. Wow. Then I got a phone call that one of my fosters has an application in on her. This is happy / sad news - it's always bittersweet when one is adopted out. That's just how it goes. So I wasn't even able to wait until Friday to have my freakout. I broke down and cried and got sick and was late for work. Happy Birthday to me!
Work was better than home today. Freda made a cheesecake and it was yummy. Shaun took me to eat, which was nice. 🙂 But then we found out that Maggie Moo's and Golden Rule had closed down. That didn't ruin my day, but I wonder what was up with that. 😐 And since I'd come in so late I had to stay later than I wanted to in order to finish up my job.
Then it was time to go home again. And I was SO tired. I didn't get much sleep last night. And when I got here I just REALLY didn't want to go in my house because the puppies would cry and I'd have to feed them and clean up their mess before I could even do anything else. I ended up falling asleep - IN MY CAR IN MY DRIVEWAY - for like, 3 hours. Shaun came looking for me because he hadn't heard from me (I'd run out of minutes on my cell this morning) and he didn't know where I was.
He woke me up and was all, "Go in your house." And I was like, "I don't want to." And then he was like "You have to" and I almost cried. But then he said "I came over and cleaned up after the puppies when I got off work today. Go in your house." And I was just like, "Seriously? 😃😃😃"
It was the best thing anyone could have ever given me. When I walked in the house didn't smell horrible and I was able to take a minute and have slice of yummy cheesecake and unwind a bit. AND THEN I was able to go and PET my dogs. I was happy to see them - not crazy and rushed. I feel like I got a little piece of my sanity back. And then I came home to everyone being nice to me on Facebook. I just love everybody right now. The whole day might not have been amazing, but it had a good ending. It's definitely been a birthday that I won't forget. 🙂❤
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