I'm applying to nursing school and dealing with all of the paperwork and craziness that comes along with that. . Wendy and I are both working on finishing up degree programs this semester. (Wendy will be getting her BA and I'm finishing up my AA.) We're long-distance planning a 90th birthday party for Wendy's grandmother, the sweetest tiny woman to ever live south of the Mason Dixon line. We're both a bit overloaded.
Ozzy has been...pleasant. Okay, that's a bold faced lie. Ozzy has been an absolute challenge lately.
Naps: I know that part of it is the struggle we've been having with keeping him to a consistent schedule. Ozzy is trying to phase out one of his daily naps. The remaining nap has been all over the place. If the kid sleeps for more than 10 minutes (like in the car in between activities), he thinks that's all the nap he needs for the day, and is therefore impossible after 4:00 in the afternoon. Or he'll decide he wants to take another nap at 6 o'clock at night, which means he's up until 10:30. When you tie those things together...well, it's had to get schedules to sync up. We haven't found a solution yet. I've been getting up at 5:30 every morning to get a couple of hours of studying in, but we're still working to find a solution for Wendy. We'll get there. We have 12 weeks left of the semester.
Nursing: We've also been working on finding a more suitable nursing schedule for us. He has started to just "help himself" by reaching into my shirt and whipping things out for himself. If I'm not wearing a high neck shirt, it's a downright baby buffet. As much as I hate to admit it, I'm starting to feel...a bit resentful. And since breastfeeding is a relationship, we both need to be happy. So, we're working on it. We nurse at naps and at bedtime, guaranteed. And if it's not one of those times, he needs to ask nicely for it. (For my non-verbal toddler that means signing for milk or hungry). We've only had about two major tantrums about the new arrangement. So, I'll call that a minor success.
Combine Ozzy's battles with everything else that is going on and life has been rough.
We lost our best friend on January 15. Riley, our 10 year old boxer, died from a very quick fight with Cancer. We noticed he was struggling over the holidays and took him into the vet when we came home from Missouri. An exam and an x-ray found a large tumor in his lungs. The vet estimated he had two weeks to live. We brought him home and we made the seven days after that appointment the best days we could. He ate fast food, slept whenever he wanted, got tons of extra cuddles. His discomfort began to get more and more obvious. The day that we decided we would take him in to help him pass, we got ready and took him to the car. As soon as the car pulled out of the driveway, Riley laid down and died. The car was his happiest place, so it was suiting that he died there. He will be sorely missed and there will never be another dog like him. I know that everyone says that, but Riley truly was special. Everyone who ever met him loved him.
