A VERY Bad Monday

This, the first day of my vacation, is not going as well as I had hoped. Let's begin the story at 3:30am.

Sagan woke up talking in bed. I went in to get her and put her in our bed for the duration of the night. At 4:30am she vomited all over my side of the bed. We got her up and cleaned her off. We changed all of the bed linens and went back to bed. About a half hour later the sip of water Fred gave her came up. We were ready. She was lying on a large towel covered in a few pillow cases. Easy clean up. Then at 5:30 she woke up and had the dry heaves. By 6:30 she was fine.

Taking Ellie to school I hit a dog with my minivan. He is fine. Promise. He was not on his leash and crossed the street. I hit his head/face with my headlight. That is how big he is. It could have been much, much worse. Kristen, the dogs owner, and I were both very shaken. I insisted she take him to her vet immediately and have him looked at. He was not limping or bleeding but it was quite a hit. After a thorough check up and some pain meds he is just fine. His name is Guiness. Sagan and I went to visit him and pay the vet bill, I insisted. Then we went to Target to get some things and we picked him up three toys. Just because.

At Target I bought myself a chicken salad sandwhich (stress eating) and a bottle of Fetz*r wine. Not that I am drinking yet, but these things just keep on coming.

Finally, the most disturbing news came today. Close family friends are moving away. They were offered an excellent opportunity in Missouri. They are moving. My heart is breaking and I know that is being selfish. I cannot help it.

I am going back to bed. Wake me up when its time for the cruise.