I'm worn out. Charlie, the new dog, is shedding at an alarming rate. After some research online, I decided it may be because I'm bathing him too often. I'm bathing him so often because the off leash dog park that we go to, has a mudhole filled with water, and he stinks when we get home. He stinks in the car too, so I'm also washing the dog blankets in the car and the towels used to clean him. I'm also using the wrong shampoo for Charlie. I have never seen so much dog hair in my life, ever. Even roomba can't keep up. Jack seems to be sensitive to all the dog hair and he's congested and red nosed. So there's that too. I've washed all dog blankets in the house and even cleaned the furniture to try to reduce the amount of dander in the house. Jack doesn't need to lose something else he loves.
I guess it's time to find another dog park or keep him on his leash while at the dog park. Sigh. It'll be better once the snow flies but that's a couple of months away still. Today it's hot as hell with a high of 33C, which is too damned hot. I took the day off because we had too many nurses at work. When I came back home, I took the dogs to the dog park before it got too hot. There was an older woman, older than me, who had a young lab on a leash. Charlie wanted to play and the woman was not happy with Charlie or me. Charlie still has very limited recall and I haven't done anything all summer to train him, so this is on me, but it's been a kind of shitty summer with everything and the thought of training a dog makes me want to cry.
Jack is doing well which is nice. His aunt and uncle, who take him on weekends, went to Lebannon and Dubai for an unknown length of time. Not sure when they'll be back. And Jack's other grandma is leaving this week to go to Toronto, so no help with him this long weekend. Sigh. His behavior is much improved, and his anxiety has decreased. He never asks for him mom which is sad. But he is still so active that he wears us out.
Gracie went into rehab yesterday, so she'll be good for awhile, until she's not again. Her mom was able to serve her the court papers for day to day parenting before she went into rehab, and she accepted them. I even found my son and served him. He does not seem to care at all, and thought we already had day to day parenting of Jack. My son looked much better than when I saw him in January. He was sober and clean.
So housework, vacuuming and laundry are about all I've been doing for the last week and I'm fucking tired of it. I'm not a fan of housework but I dislike a dirty house even more. So I'm tired and bitchy, sleeping in the basement with a four year old boy who kicks all night.
Things I'm thankful for today.