Sunday, March 25, 2012


This weekend was a very nice and chill one. Scott took off from work on Friday. We're still trying to recuperate from the insane relay he had. The one where he worked 80 hours a week, every week, for 5 months. That one...

We basically did furniture shopping all weekend. We've still got a few key pieces that we kind of need right away like a coffee table and a dresser for our bedroom. It's almost getting to be not fun anymore. I feel like all I do is hunt for furniture and apparently these two pieces are very hard to come by. If you're looking for a square, glass coffee table you can just forget it. Thankfully I've got a girl at Lighting Emporium helping me with these pieces. I've relinquished the hunting to her. I'm over it. She knows what all of my furniture looks like and the look I'm going for--she's the professional--I'll just let her take over.

Other than furniture shopping we had a pretty relaxing weekend. Until about 4:30 this morning when poor Holly got sick. I (like always thanks to my insomnia) woke up around 4:00. I heard Holly stirring around 3o minutes later which is pretty normal. She usually wakes up to go potty around then but hops back in her bed. She seemed to be making some racket so I got up only to see her swirlin round and round in circles--with the runs. Then she started throwing up. It took me 45 minutes to take care of her + the mess.
Scott was of zero help. Our house could get swept away in the middle of the night by a tornado just like Dorothy Gale from Kansas and he'd never even notice. He woke up for two seconds when I flipped on all of the lights to ask what was going on and if Holly was okay then passed back out. I've got my work cut out for me when we have the (human) babies.

After I cleaned up the runs + the vomit, gave Holly a bath, then cleaned myself off--we both decided she just needed to sleep in my bed and get some good rest. She snuggled right next to me, laid her head on my pillow and we spooned the rest of the night. Even though the new rule is no more sleeping in my bed, the sickness allowed for an exception. And Holly was ever so grateful for it. She needed a snuggle partner.

Holly finally started to feel better around 7:00 tonight. Bless her heart. I feel so bad. She slept all day long and acted like she felt yuck all day. But I knew she was okay when she began begging for treats and gave her Busy Bone a good 20 minute chewing. Now she's a clean-smell good puppy, her beds are washed, and all is good in the household now.

No comments:

Post a Comment