It’s been a summer. A good summer, in a lot of ways. Sam is SO much better, and we’ve been able to do a lot more. Everything came screeching to a halt last Thursday when we had to put Lucky to sleep.
We’ve regressed to where we were last summer. Part of is that it’s so damn hot that nobody wants to go outside and do anything. Part of is that I want to save all the money I can towards school shopping and getting a new dog. But a bigger part of it is that Sam has stopped sleeping. At least at night. He sleeps GREAT during the day. But, as you can imagine, that doesn’t lead to a lot of quality time.
Jessie and Julie went back to bunk beds earlier this summer, and that involved a few days of cleaning and rearranging. Then Jessie’s hanging rack, with all their clothes, toppled over under the weight of said clothes, which led to a few more days of cleaning. We had to dig out the closet – and get rid of THIRTEEN bags of clothes that they had outgrown, stuffed animals that we were able to give up (it helped that Julianna was in the living room for most of that discussion).
Marc has been training all this summer in his new job – and while he’s much happier and more relaxed, he’s never home anymore. Leaves the house before anyone gets up and gets home long after Julianna goes to bed each night. But this is the last really rough week, I think. Starting next week, he’ll have half days of actually doing the job, and half days of training.