The dog woke up sick this morning. She won't eat, but she is drinking. I'm trying not to get wigged out. I wouldn't be wigged out if one of the kids didn't eat, but the kids can say, "I don't feel so good, mom." The dog is lying around...not at all like Maggie. We had another Aussie when the boys were all little and she died of liver cancer when she was six years old, after several weeks of not eating, special foods, expensive diagnostics, and, finally, three very tearful little boys. Maggie got into a bunny nest over the weekend and I called her a rabbit killer (I don't really think she got anything except a bunch of the mother's fur). I hope she didn't get into something nasty. Ugh...dogs.
We've had a testy day here. I am tired of repeating myself. I know every mama is tired of repeating herself, but today was the day for me to get mad about it. Faith made herself an ice cream sundae after lunch, even though I have repeatedly told her to ask permission. After she ate two bites and put her spoon down (she would have wasted the rest) I actually told her she was going to have to eat every bite even if it made her vomit. Such a nice mother. I normally have a policy that you don't have to finish dessert, but my goodness, if you're going to make it, you better eat it. I should go read again what Leila had to say yesterday. I have some incredible years ahead at this rate.
Yesterday evening I went to a parish mission with a friend at her church. A young priest in our diocese, Father Josh Wagner, was the speaker and he is an incredibly dynamic, on-fire priest. I heard him on EWTN radio over the weekend and yesterday found the same talk as an mp3 download on his website. I only caught part of the talk on the radio so I'm going to buy the download and borrow one of the kids' iPods (no I don't have my own). If you enjoy inspirational talks on the faith I guarantee you'll love listening to him.
I really miss my college boy. He worked all through his spring break so he didn't even come home one night for dinner. It's been since Christmas that he was home overnight. He's a junior, so one would think I would be kind of used to his absence by now, but I'm not. If you've been through this before I wonder how long it will be? I don't think I'll ever get used to it. If I have a glass wine with dinner I can really get weepy about it, and tonight I had two.
I took pictures of Faith's sweater and will share that tomorrow for Yarn Along, which I haven't done in a month or more. I cast on Doug's niece's sweater too, and I'll show the beginning.
Until then, G'night.