Tomorrow is the big day
It has been a hard decision to convince myself that I can be patient. Mostly because I cannot. I try but mostly I am trying. Today I baked bread because we were out of bread and as I have said in the past, I can bake it faster than I can drive to town and buy it. I called my "cousin", and we talked as I baked. Three loaves of bread and an exchange of recipes we ended the call, and I sent pictures of the finished loaves.
This evening the dogs started picking on the youngest dog, I got mad and yelled at them and made them all go outside, except the baby. They are now remorseful or at least I think they are. I am going to have to send the little dog to a new home. The girl dogs accept her, but the two boy dogs are very resentful and seem to attack her for no reason. She is just a baby at 4 months old but is almost as big as the girl big dog. The boy big dog is the most resentful.
I took DH to get his lottery tickets and he asked me if I thought he would get to drive again. I feel bad for him, but I would feel worse if he hurt someone. I wanted to say would it be so bad if you don't, but I didn't. I guess deep down I do not enjoy confrontation. Tomorrow is the day that we see the results of his testing and I know he is nervous. There is a lot of "I's" in this paragraph. I am nervous also. I really don't think he should drive, at least no further than a local store, even then I worry about his lack of focus and his hyper-focusing. Both yield the same results.
I did buy GPS tracking devices to put on the vehicles that we use. They are not installed but I did buy them. Also, small devices to put in the kids backpacks or coat pockets. I will not let them ride with him anytime soon if ever, but I bought the devices anyway.
Good night blog
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