I’m confusing my self with these newsletter titles because I am always sending them late; like this July Newsletter, sent in early August? Why can’t I just get my crap together and send it on time? My hope is that I’m just suffering from some ailment that commonly affects others in my summer profession: cabdriver to teenagers. What is this strange aching in my arms and legs? It must be MS or a pinched nerve.
And besides that, now my dog has anxiety. Seriously? It turns out that with all of the construction and it’s unbearable noise, the non-stop coming and going strange men with strange trucks, my dog has gone crazy. It seems she’s worried about the progress in the basement. Good Lord, I thought she was dying. I rushed her to the vet, sure that it was leukemia or heartworms because I gave her the heartworm pill two days late last month. No, the vet said, it’s just stress. All her new digging, incessant panting, constant need to go out and then right back in, and refusing to leave my side, is all caused by stress. Really? Tell me about it…my own stress peaked the other day when I flew off the handle at my kids and went from zero to 60 in 1 second, screaming and ranting that “if they didn’t help me clean this house I was for sure not buying them any school supplies or new school clothes. If they wanted school stuff, they could take a CAB!” Since they are penniless, this caused them to rethink things. (Look, we’ve had strange men in the basement ALL summer, we don’t care who hears what anymore. If they think they can parent better than me, then get up here and help me).
My voice was loud and I was spittin’ tacks and the dog started shaking. Either she and I can’t handle construction and its nightmares or I can’t handle a summer with teenagers, I’m not sure which it is.
So we get to the vet, who stayed open late to see us. Who’s crazier, he was probably thinking, the dog or the owner? “Just get the basement finished and she’ll settle down”. Yes, that’s the prescription for both of us, me and the dog.