Once again
it has been awhile. My life seems to rotate in cycles of busy, very busy, and
extreme busy with short breaks where there is total quiet. I can’t remember
many of the latter.
Our oldest
Rugrat was at first quite reluctant to join us. Life was much easier living
with a permissive Mommy who let him do pretty well whatever he wanted whenever he
wanted. Knowing that there were feelings
resulting from the separation, my son didn’t pressure him. The school called a
meeting and stressed that, yes, the boys needed to follow along – his grades
were plummeting and his attitude was deteriorating. He needed his Dad. The
first day of his arrival was a little tense; he was keeping his distance from
all of us. It didn’t take long for that to change. It’s very difficult to fight
attention, especially when it’s what you want anyway. I knew it would turn out
fine. This was the Rugrat, after all, who had once told me that he really loved
his life while living here.
Little Miko
is thriving in these surroundings, and how could she not? She bosses the dogs
around when they are in her way, will hug them when they’re not, and has
learned to hit the floor and throw her arms up to hide her head when she sees
Eli come running at her. She isn’t crazy about the ear washes Eli bestows each
time there is an opportunity, LOL! She’ll look around and make sure it’s all
clear before getting up to resume her play.
Eli and the
youngest Rugrat have made their peace. The child has realized that one needs to
be kind to animals, and Eli has decided that he too is one of her pack, so all
is well. Sam, except for his size (he thinks he’s a Chihuahua), was never a
problem – he’s just big and noisy but extremely affectionate, and is now Miko’s
guardian. If she even whimpers he is beside her immediately, and he checks out anyone
else approaching her with a stern eye.
Mommy always was a sweetie, and when she gets tired of all the activity she’ll
disappear to relax on my bed.
Working
full time, then coming home to a full house means very few free hours for anything
other than sleeping, but I’ve never done much of that anyway. I do miss
writing, but I read daily in Blogit so keep up on your doings at least.
People
shake their head when they hear about the situation, wondering aloud how I am
able to handle it at my age. Handle it??? I love every minute of it, and it
shows by the size of my SMILE!
Sharing it
with y’all, aren’t I??
Luv from
the Bush in Quebec.
