White Wine is my new friend.

I feel as though life is starting to get a bit out of control again.  I do not have the time, nor the inclination to "talk to somebody" so I will blog instead.  Today I was exhausted and cranky, wishing I could take a nap, but unable to.  I am dog sitting two Boston Terriers, and one is 6mo old.  He's as sweet as the day is long, but a p.i.t.a.  !!!  He follows me everywhere and I usually end up tripping over him.  All the older dogs just know to stay out of the way.  Not him, he sits there with wide eyed amazement at my every move.  Always ready to lick my face when I trip over him on the kitchen floor.  Yeah, lots of fun. 
So, I needed a nap today, I laid down on the couch, and he decided my curly hair would make the best nesting place for him.  I only got so far into my nap when his snoring woke me up.  No nap for me today.  So, I got myself a glass of wine, and now I'm on number two of the wine.  Michael just asked me if I was drunk facebooking.  No, just venting and rambling.  Anyone who knows me knows I tend to need to let loose every now and again.
The admission to St. Margaret's Center for Becca has been pushed off until June 2nd, due to construction issues.  Michael just asked me how often I plan on visiting Becca when she's in St. Margarets.  OMG, I want to say everyday, as my life has revolved around her every day for the last 17 years or so, but realistically, I don't know.  How am I going to make it from day to day without her and her peeing on the kitchen floor, or vomiting at will, or sing songy voice??  I will have to just make do and find Eileen again.  I so wish I could get a job, or even return to Nursing School, but I know I can't do either right now. Things are too fluid at this point in my life.  My brain is two steps ahead of my body, as usual, and my body can't keep up.  I have to find a way to quiet my brain.  I'm still waiting for my foot to feel "normal" since the cryosurgery, but I know it will take a bit to heal.  I want to wear cute flip flops because it's summer, but my feel yell to be put in sneakers with the orthotics and my nice cushy socks.  Anyone who has ever seen my toes will say, stuff them back into sneakers, no flip flops, PLEASE!!!  It's laugh or cry, folks.  I chose to have a glass of white wine and laught tonight.  Be well, and thanks for checking in.  Love, e