I had these ‘peelable’ words in my bathroom, on my light fixture.  I took them off today.

Not because I don’t believe in them.  Because they were peeling of their own accord and I was in Ultra Domestic Goddess mode today.

I started off with awaking at 1:00 a.m. with Butters staring at me.  Urgently.  Whining.  We went outside and she chowed down on any grass she could find.  Which, in a desert, is a pretty futile effort, but she knew every spot in our yard.

This could be (other than a ‘duh’ moment) indicative of the fact that the very day before, she started eating garbage.  She has NEVER done this!

She wouldn’t even eat delicious, hot, human food sitting at her eye level before she was spayed! I do not know what she ate that brought on such an emergency … other than Q-tips, tissue and ok … mother nature arrived.  (For the second time this month … another post … or not) Ug.

But she has NEVER … EVER … before. Weird.  I wonder if that means after her surgery she was craving something her body needed, much like us girls do at certain times of the month. We can be all ‘salad and healthy’ then ‘give me a f*&$ing burger’.

So knowing this, we were outside for half an hour early in the morning while she scavenged for grass.

I’m no dummy.  I know dogs eat grass when they want to puke.  Bottom line.   But, there was no puking.

So I’m a little concerned about her.  I’ve let her out sans leash a couple of times, it’s been 10 days since her surgery … but mostly I’m still walking her, because she seems to like it.  And also, I get to tell her in non-verbal ways, that she doesn’t have to bark at every car that goes by.

Rewind.

I was up at 7 a.m.  (Expecting to walk into the main house to find Butters vomit – but no, we already know that.)

I went to bed early – so, in spite of my 1:00 a.m. awakening, I was spry.  (I’m excited I get to use that in a sentence! LOL!)

My morning: 7:30 – left house.  Off to get my oil changed (turns out I have a tiny leak and they talked me into synthetic oil since I’m over 75,000 miles).  Car wash.

Store for my future cat ‘Draper’ – cat bowl, cat food, cat toys purchased.

Bank, for money.  Since Nic lost my card, I’m doing this a lot. Good thing I used to work with these chicks and I love visiting them.

Purchased Nic’s 20th birthday gifts.  (Ug! That’s a whole other post.  My baby is going to be 20 on Tuesday!!!!)

Dropped donations off at Goodwill.

Stopped at the shops for things for my honey, for the house.

Got gas.

20 cents off per gallon!  Thanks Smiths!

Got home.

1:00 P.M.   Did a majority of the weeding in the yard, after picking up the poop earlier.

Butters got to sit outside without her leash!

Cleaned house.

I kept avoiding the bedroom and worked on the rest of the house, I’m loving our nerd living room:

Thought about a woman’s ‘Day Off’.

Eventually got to the bedroom … and I can now walk through it.  And it is ready. And there is space for my honey.

So, back to ‘Faith, Hope, Love’.

Someone commented, when I shared my morning:

Bottom line is I am SO grateful.  Grateful that I even had the money for the oil change and the car that required it.  The physical ability to weed that wretched dirt yard – the mental strength and ability to go through every single piece of my past these past weeks – the determination to make my past and present ready for my future.

The Faith that what I am pouring into my tomorrow is worth it. (It is, I know it.)

The Love still in my heart … that I fell head over heels with the man who I know was always meant for me.

I am SO grateful.

So very, very, very grateful.

And I can’t wait until he’s finally here.

Less than two weeks – and this girl has the man of her dreams, dreaming next to her.