Wednesday, July 25, 2007
My parents are coming back.
My parents decided to move to Alabama a couple of years ago. After almost seventy years in one state, how they could leave was beyond me, but it was their decision.
They are making a trip home. They will be here tomorrow around noon and spend the night. My sister is driving. I can’t wait to see them!!
I have cleaned and scrubbed and vacuumed and disinfected until my fingers are bleeding. I so want them to be comfortable. Linens are ready, towels folded and bathrooms disinfected.
Then the dog decides for the last two nights she’s going to SHIT in the middle of the living room floor.
I’ve told her she’s a bad dog. She drops her head below the sofa and looks at the mess with her tail wagging….”Did I do THAT?”
I’ve scrubbed and scrubbed and hit everything with vinegar. She appears offended. I’m appalled.
Now? She has to do this NOW?
Maybe she is picking up on my anxiety. Maybe she realizes she has to keep me busy.
Maybe she just decided to shit in the house and I’m about to kill her?
We’ll see how tonight goes. If she isn’t good, I’ll sick Grandma on her.