Just Wondering

I have been wondering lately why some people think the way that they do.

Why is someone who has an affair with a married man surprised when he cheats on her, too? The married man left his wife and family to be with her. Did they honestly think they were the first and only person he would ever cheat with? Why would someone want someone else's leftovers? The mistress gets the man, but he is a used husband--a known cheater--a known deserter of his family and, in my opinion, a very selfish person. The house he takes her to is used by him and his previous family; or is much smaller than the one he left because he still has to provide a home for his children. The kids belong to him, not to her. So she gets a cheater, a leftover house, his kids, and she gets to be a pariah. That doesn't sound like much of a prize to me.

I just don't get it.

Remembering My Dogs

Things I might forget, so I need to write them down:

My dog, Sophie (the one with the mental issues) used to eat chicken noodle soup and slurp all the liquid out of the bowl and lick off the noodles and leave them beside the bowl. She didn't care for noodles.

Maddie (the sweetest dog) used to sit upright on her butt like a person (with her back legs stuck out in front of her).

Sophie (near the end of her life) smelled like dog butt all the time. She had the worst breath in the canine world.

Maddie couldn't roll over. She would just lie down and turn to the side a little. It was her attempt at rolling over. She wasn't feeling the whole doing tricks thing.

Sophie used to "sit up pretty" - which meant that she would jump up on the step stool I used to have an put her hands on the rail and bark for a treat. She also would put her little hands on my hand and whine when she was told to sit up pretty without the stool.

Sophie could bark "please" in a tinier bark than her normal one to differentiate between the commands. Bethany taught her that.

Neither dog would take food out of my hand without me saying, "OK."

Sophie would sometimes grin with her teeth showing. It didn't look like a grin to most folks, though.

They were very good friends.

Does Anyone Understand?

I know that people have it worse than I do on a regular basis. That their lives are horrible and mine is not. I know that people have worse news to live with than I have about my children. I know that no pregnancy is "routine." I know. I know. I know.

BUT - Both of my daughters have almost died giving birth.

BUT - Both of my daughters survived because of the grace of God. For that, I will be eternally grateful.

Jesus died for me. Jesus lives inside me. I am a wife to a really good man - my high school sweetheart. Mother of two of the most fabulous women that I know. I am grandmother to nine precious grandchildren.

I do not want to have a pity party, but this has been a hard season.

I have had a tumultuous few months.

My beloved Mother-in-Law goes home to Jesus.
My beloved Aunt Lucille goes home to Jesus.
Bethany having pre-eclampsia.
Ezra being born early.
Wayne having surgery on his knee for an infection. His knee not healing well.
Chris having a miscarriage of a twin.
Chris having a uterine hemorrhage.
Chris having placenta previa.
Chris having Vasa Previa.
Chris having her water break at 26 weeks.
Chris having Placenta Acreta.
Chris having her baby at 28 weeks.
Nora weighing only 2 lbs. 14 oz.
Chris having a scary infection and being re-hospitalized.

Please tell me how I managed to get through all this stuff and still hold down my job and not go completely crazy? I know that is God that gets me through all these tough times. He gives me strength that I know is supernatural.

I can honestly say that I am glad my girls are through with child bearing. These last couple of years have been scary ones. Miscarriages, pregnancy problems, etc. It takes a toll on the Momma. I am too old for this.

In light of the tragedy in CT, I am so very grateful that my scary stuff has had happy endings. That is all I have to say about that.