I can't be Monday again, wasn't it just Friday? I have not left this house since I arrived home on Friday, and mostly what I have done since then is sleep. That would be why I think it cannot be Monday again---I really don't know if I can continue to take all the excitement of my life. :)
It was decided yesterday that we are not going to have all the Christmas hurrah in our house this year. It is too much for one person, and I am not willing to just have a tree, H is not capable and does not have the time to do it all, and time is passing in such a strange way for me that is seems like such a huge effort for him, with really no reason for it. We will still do all the gifts that we do, or I will try to, but I am just unable to manage the tree and decorations. I have box after box of things that are put out, and yes, I know that they ALL don't have to be put out, but it's just simpler to leave it this way. I don't know what my GROWN kids will have to say about that, but I figure if they have a problem with it, they can come home and do it, and then return and put it all away. Enough said.
H took CrazyDog to her annual vet visit on Saturday, and she is of course, doing just fine. He told the vet of her increasing craziness, no one being able to relax, she is constantly barking at the dark stairway--at literally nothing, constant pawing at me for something but when offered the treats, or to go out, will take none of it, and the vet put her on doggie xanax. Of course, it's not really the name of it, but it is a tranquilizer for dogs that I looked up. She is like me and can never take the prescribed dose of anything, so we cut it in half and it seems to be helping. I was hoping that we would be able to actually cook and leave her in the house while she was taking them, but that was not the case. (I guess I should tell you all that we have never been able to do ANYTHING in the kitchen without her going into a complete meltdown...cooking is terrifying to her, if I turn on the oven, she goes berserk, I have never been able to run the dishwasher with her inside, the garbage disposal has her climbing the walls... And I know for a fact that she has never been abused in any kind of way, I bought her for H in 1995 before she was old enough to bring home...so she has never lived with anyone else, other than the breeder, and she was tiny then. See, I don't just call her CrazyDog for fun...) But anyway, I am hoping that she can be a little happier with the help of these pills because as bad as these problems are for us, I can only imagine how hard it is for her to cope in whatever world she is in. :)
I am hoping for a somewhat productive day today. Heaven knows I have tons to do, and little time that I can actually be upright to do it. I wish that for all you today, too. Later.