My mother-in-law and mother both have come to our aid. My in-laws thoughtfully asked what they could do to help and came over with supper Saturday night. My parents brought me a 'care package' yesterday. Friends have asked to come help cook, clean, or comb my hair. I'm thinking I should milk this for all its worth. But I'm too stubborn, proud, or self-reliant for that.
The time change. I love it and hate it at the same time. I remember when the MYP were babies and toddlers it was brutal. Little ones don't understand that they need to go to bed even if they don't feel totally tired. Come to think of it, it's the same now with the bigger ones. And the mornings... it's like they go to bed as little lambs and wake up as little grizzlies.
We have neighbors that like Lisi. A lot. Since we were going to be gone awhile yesterday, I gave them the opportunity to take Lisi for a walk when they took their chocolate lab. After, they took her to their house for awhile to hang out.
See? I told you they like her. They even send pictures to keep us updated how she's doing. Anyway, Mr. Kindneighbor decided Lisi should get back home before we return. He walks her in the driving rain back to our garage. He pats her on the head, says goodbye in the garage with our propped door and goes back home. Within five minutes, Lisi is looking in their back window. Mr. Kindneighbor decided to let her win. Or he didn't feel like getting soaked to the skivvies again. Naughty Lisi!
And finally, this was texted to me last night. It sums up how the car rides have gone with a cat and then with a dog.
I think that's all I've got to muse today....