Boxerlover's Journal

I don't know why it seems that on one of my worst days in this last flaire, is the day my hubby is being dramatic.  He has been an absolute jewel through this last episode.  Not that I am at my best, but mentally I've been pretty good about accepting this is where I'm at and to make the best of it, and I have to say, I've been pretty sick this time around.  Well today my disease won the battle. I was having a real nice pity party and everything. I crashed about 7 tonight to be awakened by my husband yelling at our dogs(we have 4 beautiful boxers)who pooed on the couch!!? I thought no way they don't do that.  As it turned out, my husband likes to open our lanai door at night while he sits and watches tv and the dogs love to be out there.  Well yesterday he fell asleep and our youngest pooed on the pool deck.  Unfortunatly she has been known to play with it and apparantly brought it in to show her dad.  I thought it was quite funny personally. We also have an older girl who has cancer and is sometimes wetting her bed, and of course she had to do it tonight.  Cleaning it is a major undertaking but it has to be done and he refrused saying he'd get to it tomorrow.  Anyway, to not bore you with all the fun fight details, I just ended updoing it myself, so now 40 minutes later instead of still sleeping, I am in agony from lifting, bending, pushing, etc. Just another exciting day in my life.