And feeling all wound up right now is testing my spirits.
Two of the boys and Gary will take the Pugs to the vet at 10:30am tomorrow. I've chickened out from going, and thankfully Gary is indulging me in this. I'm worrying, and I realize it's 'over the top' but I can't seem to help it. You know how you get unreasonable at times, know you're that way, and it'd take a strong dose of something to settle you down. I need that something!
The kids keep saying, "They'll be fine. Not a big deal, and if either of them needs surgery, we'll take care of it and everything will be alright." I hear them, but my insides are wound up just the same. Don't like it when the kids have to bear me up, when actually, it's supposed to be the other way around. But really, everyone realizes that the Pugs are mine. They all love them, but they really are my dogs.
I hate it when it happens that I'm being unreasonable, but am on this merry-go-round of emotions. Less personal drama would probably be a good thing, eh?
I just want to exhale. Figure I'll be able to do that around 11am or so tomorrow.
Looking forward to buying the altar flowers tomorrow afternoon. We'll know what's up with the Pugs by then, and no matter what, all will be will. All matter of things will be well, thank you sweet Julian of Norwich.
