When's Dad coming home?
My husband is on the road and I teleworked starting pretty early, which left a number of hours to get some things done around here after the dog walker took Abby out. If you wonder why I pay for a walker when I'm home - I am missing quite a bit of the meniscus in my right knee after a really bad fall on ice 5 years ago (Barkley, Steps, Female Retriever in Heat - end of story and end of the knee). At certain angles, it's bone on bone. Even though she behaves for the most part if Abby gets excited she will dart to one side or another which is very painful and may tear what little support ligaments I have left in there. So when my husband is on the road - she gets at least one very long walk with the walker (a retired female postal carrier who Abby ADORES) and several play sessions with Mom and toys in the fenced back yard.
Sometimes I miss all of that. But I never looked back.
Telework dog watches Mom carefully to make sure she doesn't waste taxpayers money.
We've done all the work ourselves (I mostly hold things and make sandwiches) It's still only 1200 sq. feet on the main floor (equal space in walk out partially finished basement. Space upstairs could be bed and half bath but with just the two of us, we'll leave it as we'd have to lose a closet to put in permanent stairs.
But it's a project and with the major renovation there's dust, and there's stuff moved into other rooms and well, our bedroom looked like a bomb had gone off in it, it being a tiny room at the back of the house, When he bought the place and when he met me, the bungalow was set up with a very fancy master bedroom at the front of the house. There was beautiful wood work, huge windows that cover a full wall on one side, and small windows on the other wall, and it's way bigger than the other rooms with the exception of the living/dining area. When I first saw it, I had grand plans - "we could knock out a wall, bringing the woodworking around into the new entryway and add a fireplace!" My husband just looked at me and said, "how 'bout we start with just hanging up some pictures in the new back bedroom."
I took a picture and sent it to him at his hotel and he much liked how cozy it looked.
So Abby - what say you and me celebrate with a treat - you can have Lamb and Potato, mine will be the Chardonnay variety.
MMMM. Treats. Girl's Nite Out!!! (Can I invite Ruby over?)