So I thought Friday was such a blessing...finally a free weekend! To my complete horror I began my Friday morning by dropping a mirror and watching it shatter to pieces. I gasped as if my whole life was over. I can't help it...I'm unbelievably superstitious. My gut feelings and signs rule my life. I've never broken a mirror and I freaked. I know everyone always says it's all in your head so I really tried to tell myself it was not big deal. I'm still telling myself that it's no big deal that someone stole my makeupbag/wallet from my doctor's office! I was so mad. My makeup bag was stolen my sophomore year of high school the day of homecoming and all those feelings came right back. Why would someone take that? I'm disappointed that people would do such a thing.
Fast forward to Friday night and the 1am door bell ring. Someone thought our Bella got out a brought a boxer to our doorstep. My husband knows I'd never turn a dog a way so offered to keep it in our backyard. Little did we know what we were getting ourselves into. It began to rain and the poor dog howled and frantically scratched at the door. Now I have not had a full night sleep all week! So I could ignore it, but David couldn't. He woke up and drove around the neighborhood for half an hour to see if anyone was looking for it. I posted on several websites and made signs....at 2am. The dog continued to howl and we were totally out of options...we had to bring him inside so David pulled out the cars from the garage and climbed in the attic to get Bella's old kennel. Now 3am we assembled it and the poor dog did not want to go in. After an hour of treats, bones, and chews we managed to get him in. We went to bed at 4am.
Bella woke us up at 7am and we had to manage getting them fed, but keeping them apart. I'm always a little unsure about strays and exposing Bella to them. We put more sign up and decided to call it a day and hope someone was looking for him. As we pulled in the garage the other car had a flat tire...seriously?! So David took it in to get fixed. He really amazes me sometimes. I was on the verge of tears...my body was practically shaking from the lack of sleep. I looked horrible because remember someone stole my makeup bag. But David just sucked it up and with a smile too. I love him....oh I'm getting teary eyed. Especially because we spent yesterday evening watching the story of two girls with mistaken identity. David pointed out all the marks on me he could use to identify me. Morbid, I know, but I love how well he knows me.
Lord, please give me the strength to make it through the rest of this day....I have another baby shower to hit and the drive alone will drive me crazy!
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