patience is a virtue???

I’ve spent the last 28 years taking my bum for granted. I never fully appreciated what it’s like to sit down pain-free. I now vow to cherish my padded posterior to the end of my days.

The cocktail of medication has finally started to work, so hopefully I’m on the mend. The past two weeks I have kept myself sane by:

1. Watching two box sets of Desperate Housewives. How did this show slip through my fingers this past decade??? Those women have made a lifelong friend in me. Yes, I know it’s not real…

2. Baking cakes and cookies and fresh bread and icecream. I’ve not been eating much at all so the extra calories won’t do much harm, right?

3. enjoying (prescription!) drug induced sleep.

Now I’m a little better my mind has returned to getting a puppy, leaving my family despairingly with their head in their hands. But I’m nothing if not determined when I get my mind on something. Sure, I can be impulsive…But in my defense I have taken my time looking into different breeds and trawling the internet. I thought I had struck gold with a ridiculously cheap puppy. Having corresponded with the breeder and read the information she has given, I have a feeling I have only gone and touched base with a very suspect puppy farm. Oh dear.

Since then, I found a King charles spaniel breeder in Blackpool who have some puppies now, but they are more than we can afford, so it’s back to the drawing board and time to get saving. I’m not very patient, but I guess the only way to practice patience is having to wait. Or I could just nag and nag and nag until I get my own way.


day tripper

Today were had a visitor that hasn’t been in our home for a while.

The afternoon nap.

Oh how I’ve missed the afternoon nap!

Ruby has been really grumpy around tea time for the last couple days and so I thought she might need some catch-up sleep. she didn’t need to be asked twice.

That afternoon-nap hour is magical. Somehow you can get more done in that hour than you can do in a whole day with a little one running arround and leaving a trail of chaos in their wake.

I’d love the afternoon nap to hang aorund for a while. I’d get involved and catch 40 winks myself. I think those on the continent have got it right with the siestas.

Sadly the afternoon nap was only a day tripper. The consequences of an extended stay would involve long term hyperactivity at bed time. And that my friends is not an option. So we bade farewell to the afternoon nap and saw him on his way before we got used to having him around. He’ll probably pop back at some point. But only as a day tripper.