At first I couldn't figure out what happened and Reese yelled "Mama a chicken exploded in our yard!" That's when it dawned on me that those were, in fact, feathers. From my porch pillows. They are Ikea porch pillows, but still. Yet another belonging destroyed by our dogs. My heart is weary and my attitude poor.
I'm over it. But then I remember that I love them. Destruction and all. And my little boy loves them, too. Sigh.
Inside, work continues on the laundry room. The drywall is complete and one coat of paint is done. Now comes the tiling. Tiling is slow. It also involves removing the washer and dryer from the room. Lofton washed everysingle item in our house yesterday morning while I ran errands with little man. That husband. {it's virtually impossible to take a good picture of this windowless room-sorry!}
Husband has a duck hunting trip planned for the last weekend in November. I've been promised a laundry room by then. We shall see.
Today we will enjoy a lazy Sunday. Little man was up coughing during the night and it has a distinct bark to it. We'll be heading to the doctor tomorrow afternoon. As I trapped us in the bathroom this morning for a little steam action, I looked in his medicine cabinet for some children's cough medicine. His albeuterol box was siting there, and wouldn't you know, it's fill date was November 9, 2011. Dang you, November.
And so, on this week of thanksgiving, I shall be thankful for modern medicine, husbands that moonlight as contractors, and dogs. Even those that destroy houses.
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