Stick a fork in me.

I'm done. For real. I surrender. Do you see that? Yep, it's the white flag on the mast. Too bad Captain Jack Sparrow isn't there, staring up at it.

I really am absolutely shot.

The night started out great. Better than great. Everyone was happy, Turtle was sleeping well... things were fantastic. DH was going to get up early to take the dogs to the vet for their spa day, and then I was going to a shower with Turtle. Easy peasy.

And then at 2:48am, the monitor went off. I swear, when we are done with this thing, I am taking it out back and going Office Space on it. If I can find a bat. But I digress. I fix everything, lay down, close my eyes, repeat the process a few times over the next hour, and then Molly shifted positions in bed.

Which is when I realized there was a wet spot. (For those of you who know about cat-pee girl, get the thought right out of your head. IF my dog had that kind of accident in my bed, I would damn well know it instantly and I would certainly not lay it for longer than, I don't know, never.)

It was blood.

Apparently, Molly is one of those dogs that is unable to express her own anal glands. We called the emergency vet and they said she probably ruptured one of her glands and that we were ok to wait til 7:30 as long as she didn't have blood in her stool. Which she hasn't. She seemed more upset by the fact that we used one of Turtle's size 1 diapers on her than she was by the actual rupture, so we all went back to sleep.

For me, that meant 45 minutes, but the time I changed the sheets and got everything in the washer.

Turtle didn't sleep long after DH left for the vet with the dogs, so I got up, and tried to get things done. After a very happy hour in his swing, he decided that he wanted to be worn. And you know what? If that's the way I'm getting things done in this house, then I will wear him as long as he wants.



DH made a swing by Home Depot for water sealer for our fence, and ended up getting new shelving for our garage and another plant for our front patio. In the meantime the vet called: Molly had, in fact, ruptured an anal gland. They were going to have to sedate her, clean the wound and disinfect everything, but she would be ok. Great. I also realized that I didn't send out my Mom's birthday card (her big day is tomorrow - way to go, Daughter of the Year).

I even managed to get a shower and blow-dry my hair while Turtle napped. Amazingly, I had enough time to polish my toes. We had a giant storm crop up the second DH finished the fence, so hopefully his efforts weren't wasted. With the bad weather, we decided that I would leave Turtle home with him, just as soon as he got the dogs. I sat down to feed the baby, while he showered and headed to the vet. I was hoping to leave at 2.

At 2:25, he came home. All he could say was "Molly's in bad shape." She was still sedated, in a plastic collar, and extremely pissed. He had to keep all the other dogs away from her and as soon as he said that, Turtle started crying. I called the guest of honor and told her I wouldn't be able to make it.

And the rest of the day has been pretty much a blur. I did get to take a 45 minute nap with Molly (which brings me up to about 6 hours total over the past two days), and DH claims that Turtle cried the whole time (I find it amazing that ten minutes after I leave a room, he loses his mind). Our neighbor dropped off a little gift for Turtle, which was so super sweet. Molly is getting the royal treatment, with scrambled eggs for dinner, served to her on her pillow. Turtle is in the sling again, sound asleep. My back is killing me and DH is passed out on the couch. Oh, and my sunglasses broke.



I know it could always be worse, but I'm so frustrated. I can't get out of the house, short of stroller walks and speedy trips to Publix (my least favorite place in the world). I just have to take a deep breath and pray that tomorow will be a better day. I already told DH that I'm running out to get a new pair of sunglasses and a candy thermometer so I can make whoopie pies this week. He's just going to have to manage.


This is what a baby who hasn't slept all day looks like, when he passes out of sheer exhaustion on Daddy's shoulder.

Oh, and we have some milestones: Turtle can hold his head up for about 15-20 seconds and he's startling (Nancy, you were right - he's hitting himself in the face and totally driving himself nuts). Oh, and he's even more cute today than he was yesterday. Does that count? :)