Tis the season to be ill!  I’m starting to feel a little better, thank goodness!  I was beginning to wonder if I was doomed to suffer the entire winter.  My cold, which I had been fighting since Thanksgiving, finally buckled down and changed to a sinus infection.  I thought I was doing ok, staunchly refusing to take more than over the counter medication.  This was all well and good until Monday, when mucus started coming up from my lungs.  As many of you know, I have asthma.  When any illness move to my lungs it is time to take action.  Keith was on call Monday night,  so I sent him a text at 11:20pm explaining my good news:

“I am coughing up green goo.  I feel absolutely horrible.  I think I have a fever now as well.  I don’t want to take Nyquil because of the kids.  It is not going to be a fun night.  :(.  Aiden is coughing as well.  Get as much sleep as you can please, so I can rest tomorrow.”

Having a doctor for a husband does have its benefits.  Keith had a friend put in for some antibiotics for both Aiden and I, and because Keith worked all night on Monday it meant he had Tuesday off… halleluiah!  He arrived home at 8:30AM with medication, breakfast, and enough sleep to handle the kids while I crashed most of the day.   Thank you Lord for giving the local Fort Hood population the wisdom to not get themselves shot, stabbed, or otherwise injured last Monday.

I’m on day three of my antibiotics and the world is fresh and new!  The fact that I am on here is a good sign.  I believe I am on the road to a healthy Christmas.

To keep this somewhat dog related, I crawled out of my cave late Monday to see how everyone was doing and to grab a bite to eat.  As I stepped into the living room, Odor La Wet Dog hit me like a wall.  Three extremely soaked poodles were curled up in their crates.  They were not simply damp… oh no, they were dripping wet.  I look at Keith, look at my previously clean and dry dogs, then look back at Keith.  He shrugs and mumbles something about rain and bad timing.  Honestly, there was nothing I could do about it.  If Mocha matted up, Mocha matted up.   There was no way any dog was getting a bath and blow out by me that day.  I could have exploded in anger about the situation or I could simply ignore it.  I choose the latter.

Keith loves me, he didn’t do it on purpose, he has his strong points and weak points like ever other person on this planet.  No one here is perfect, especially me.  When I was about 18 years old, my step dad Bill once told me  “No one is responsible for your happiness but you and realizing that is what makes you an adult”.  Now I’m almost 40 with kids and a husband of 16 years, and Bill’s statement rings true more every day.  My reaction to the situation could have changed a peaceful relaxed home into a war zone.  Was I upset at first?  Oh yes.  Did I allow it to make me unhappy for more than a moment?  No.  Three days later, the dogs are dry and Mocha is not matted.  No harm, no foul, and no bad feelings between Keith and I about a silly situation.

Thank you Bill Campbell for the lesson on life.