November marks the start of a sort of 'blogathan' where willing Bloggers agree to post every day during the month of November. For some, this is not a big deal at all (heck, I know Bloggers who post more than once a day!). For others, this is a huge task.
Had I signed up, I would have fallen into the latter group. My goal is to publish a post at least once a week, and I'm not always successful.
Now, 10 days into November, I am so happy I didn't decide to join up with NaBloPoMo, and you should be too. Why? Because here is what my posts would have looked like from November 1st through today. Trust me, it has been a laugh-riot here in the Fairly Odd Household.
November 1st: My cat Zack is not doing so well. The kids are in a candy-induced coma.
November 2nd: Buried my dad today (he was cremated almost 3 years ago but finally buried as per his wishes). Cry.
November 3rd: Zack is still sick. We're experiencing a monsoon outside. Busy, busy, busy.
November 4th: Cat = sicker. Kids = hopped up on sugar.
November 5th: Oldest daughter's "Nature" class and then trip to zoo. Kids tired. Mom exhausted. Cat sick.
November 6th: Go to make pottery but son hates it. Homeschooling not going so smoothly. Cat? Sick.
November 7th: Awful, horrible day. Cry about cat all day long. Post this. Kids driving me crazy. Why am I homeschooling?
November 8th: Better day with kids, but it's hard to watch a pet die, slowly.
November 9th: Zack isn't walking. Sleep on couch with him all night. Our couch kills my back.
Today, November 10th: Oldest's last soccer game---so cold my face, fingers and toes freeze. Zack nearing his end. Tell him it is ok to go to the land of unlimited cat treats, easy-to-catch mice and loads of warm laps.
Is it too much to ask that the next 20 days be better than the first 10?
My heart breaks and my tears flow for you. I have been in your place four times in my life... with my childhood best friend, Chippy, my big wonder-mutt who saw me through elementary school and all the bullshit that girls throw at girls, through teenaged (and adult) boyfriends and more heartache, to my marriage to my wonderful husband. He was nearly 16 when we said goodbye. Then with my two "sons" Cracker and Carmel, two abandoned same-litter puppies who were, in fact, my two giant baby boys for 14 and 15 years. Saying goodbye to them was torture. Then my "grandson" Bizzy, Jane's "Big Boy", who we said goodbye to much too soon this past summer. Bizzy was only 6 years old, and he stayed for Jane and her husband through terrible pain brought by his cancer. The day before we said goodbye to him I got down next to him and stroked his beautiful fur, kissed his nose over and over again, and told him that I would take such good care of his Mommy for him. He looked at me just as my Chippy and Carmy and Cracker had, and I knew he was ready to go. But it always still breaks my heart and fills my eyes with tears when I hear of this pain for anyone. Please know that so many of us care so very much.
Sharon - Pinks & Blues Girls
Posted by: Pinks & Blues Girls | November 10, 2007 at 12:16 PM
I knew Zack was bad off but I had no idea about the other stuff you were going through. I'm really hoping your next 20 days are much happier!
{hugs} to you and Zack.
Posted by: Mrs. Chicky | November 10, 2007 at 12:47 PM
A very difficult ten days. May the next ten be much, much better!
Posted by: Em | November 10, 2007 at 08:26 PM