Once again, I've been neglecting my blog. *SIGH* What can I say? I've been distracted by all the usual insanity here at the asylum . . . again.
Not only have I been busy tearing down and storing our yard haunt, but my youngest, my baby, turned thirteen last week. UGH, a teenager! If things were crazy before, they are about to become completely out of control now. I know this from experience. Of course, this is the first time that I will be dealing with TWO teens at the same time. In the past, due to the number of years between my children, I've always been fortunate enough to get one through the teen years before the next one reached the magic (or is it really a cursed number?) age of 13. Silly me, my last two kids are only two years apart in age. Of course, Jake and Heather are so close, they do everything together. For the most part, that has been a blessing; I'll have to wait and see if I still feel the same way in the coming years.
Anyway, for Heather's thirteenth birthday she wanted to have a slumber party with 7 of her closest girlfriends. Normally, that wouldn't be a huge problem; except for the past several months, our little asylum has been running at full occupancy with Nick, Jenn, and the baby living with us. Of course, I knew it would be total chaos ( as well as a probable violation of several city codes for maxium occupancy of a four bedroom duplex) with that many teenage girls in the house. But after all, it's just for one night . . . The biggest issue was, where to bed down that many people. Not that I expected them to do much sleeping, at least not until the wee hours of the morning. It was finally decided that the only possible availible space was - the garage. The problem with that? Heather's birthday is only 11 days after Halloween. Not only was the garage still set up as a mad doctor's laboratory from Halloween, but on November 1st, everything from the front yard cemetery gets shoved into the garage until I can get it all packed away. (which normally happens over a span of months) So yeah, I've been extremely busy these past few days, tranforming our garage from a laboratory/storage space, to a party room for teens - all in less than a weeks time.
And because my husband has no idea what it takes to preform the sort of magic that I do on a daily basis, he scheduled Pete's neutering for the morning after the Slumber party ! Of course, we had Pheonix neutered the week before Halloween, and that made me a nervous wreck. Not only was I all strung out over the emotional guilt of abandoning my baby overnight at a strange place, but I have to admit that dealing with a post-surgery animal was a bit more stressful than I had anticipated. Not only are they unable to tell you if they're in pain, or if something isn't right, but they could care less about things like . . . surgical incision care, and infection. They're just dogs, they aren't equiped with survival instincts that cover human situations like surgery. I was actually amazed at how co-operative Pheonix turned out to be - the perfect patient. In fact, as the days have passed, I am only sorry that we didn't have him neutered earlier. I'm starting to think that most of his anxiety and bad behavior was testosterone induced. He's just a happier, more relaxed, and contented dog. He has actually become more playful and puppy like.
I'm still working on getting the Halloween photos uploaded to my other blog. My stupid computer has been SO slow lately, I can only do a few each evening. Hopefully, I'll have it done by the end of this weekend - I'll let you know.
Well, it's late and I need to sleep. I'll try not to be so long between posts next time.
Good night all.
*p.s. dog photo credits: my very talented daughter, Heather !