3/4/26

 I have decided that I think Paul should talk to me the way I talk to Jiminy in the morning. It was 6:30 and Jiminy was snuggled in a blanket considering his first nap.

“Are you sleepy Jim?” I asked him as if he could answer.

“I can only imagine how exhausting it must be to wake up perfect AGAIN! That’s a lot of hard work!”

Now why isn’t Paul saying these things to me? It would be sort of true (but mostly not true…but we should be positive.) Ha! For the record, I am not saying these things to Paul either. 

Moe is driving me nuts! He wants to be outside the whole day. He is asking to go out soooo many times. If I let him out, he sits on the porch. I could tie him out but then risk him biting any delivery people. If I let him out, I am watching for delivery people. If I tie him out I am not. Usually in the summer I have a tie out far away from the door so he can’t hurt anyone. I also put him right outside the window I work near to watch him. With the snow and mud, this just isn’t going to work right now even though he doesn’t seem to get cold.

I finally yelled at him to go lay down after a half hour of in and out. He immediately pouted and started laying it on thick how disappointed he was.

He was being very dramatic. It’s so hard to be a dog.

Ethan was venting his frustration today about how feels stuck. His barn isn’t progressing as quickly as he would like. We have a contractor that is acting like a contractor. We are making alternative plans for some of the work to be done to move things along a little quicker.

Ethan was also frustrated because there is another program he could go through at work to elevate him to the next level. He has to do it outside of work. He is already exhausted when he gets home, he doesn’t think doing a couple hours of class would be do-able.

He will have to make this decision on own. He knows his body best. He knows how much he can handle. If he isn’t feeling up to it, he has the choice to decide that. 

Do I wish he doesn’t have to struggle? Absolutely. That totally sucks. I can’t even imagine how frustrating it must be. But I also mostly consider each day a gift, except for those days he is really pissy…. Ha! Kidding-ish.