Dinner with Elder Pew--Last Thursday (the 9th, not the 16th), the Elders in our ward texted me to let me know that "Elder Pew" (Izak) would be in Frederick the next day for MLC. So I asked them to find out from him if we could take him to dinner afterwards. He secured permission from his mission president, so we arranged to meet him, his companion, and another set of Elders (they rode to the conference together) at Cafe Rio that evening. It was fun to see him! He looks good and sounds like he's doing really well.
While we were there, a set of sister missionaries came in as well as at least four members of our stake, including one of the counselors in our stake presidency. I don't think I've ever gone to Cafe Rio here in Frederick once without seeing at least one other member of the church, and usually some missionaries too.
Refrigerator issues--we haven't been using the ice maker, but the water was still hooked up (so we could use the water dispenser) but then the ice maker started leaking water all over. We found a waterfall in the back of the freezer one day!
(This photo was taken after we melted some of it, and all the icicles were gone, so not nearly as impressive as it was). So on Saturday (the 11th) we took everything out and Frank used my blow dryer to melt the waterfall. Then we went to Lowe's and got a cap for the water line so that we could shut off the water to the ice maker. And maybe just possibly we succumbed to the temptation to look at new refrigerators while we were there! But we haven't made a decision about that yet. In the meantime, we do have some ice in the freezer, so we're just putting a little ice in our cups and adding tap water when we want some ice water to drink.
Snickers--He deserves a whole post of his own (and I'll probably do one soon) but as most of you know, we put him down this week. It was a heart wrenching decision, and I never want to do anything like that again. Of course, this is something we've contemplated quite a bit the last 6 months since he has had so many health problems. And he was doing better than he was a few months ago--not in crisis, at least--so it might seem strange that we decided to do this now. Frank brought it up again a few weeks ago, and that's what I thought at first--why now, when he seems to be more stable? But he pointed out to me that Snickers really wasn't enjoying life that much. He was sleeping a lot of the time and only seemed happy when we were feeding him. He didn't meet us at the door with a wagging tail every time we came home anymore (only sometimes). I watched him a lot, and noticed that his tail was down between his legs about 95% of the time. I realized that Frank was right...he really wasn't enjoying life much and was probably uncomfortable, if not in pain, most of the time. So why go to so much effort to keep him alive if he was suffering? It didn't make sense. It was still really hard for me to do it, though. I told Frank he would have to call the vet, because I couldn't do it. So last weekend we decided that Frank would call the vet on Monday (the 13th) to see what could be done. When he called me Monday afternoon to say that we were scheduled for the next day, I was startled...so soon! And on Frank's birthday?? (He forgot all about his birthday when he was on the phone with the vet!) When I hung up the phone, I immediately started crying and I went over and hugged Snickers and told him I was sorry. But I was soon very glad that we were getting it over with soon because that last 24 hours were awful, knowing what was coming! I woke up really early on Tuesday and started crying and couldn't go back to sleep. Seth decided that he didn't want to go with us to the vet and I think it was better that way. Last photos:
(Snickers is trying to get away from Seth...haha!)
Tuesday morning was hard. Dogs are so smart...I think Snickers could sense my sadness and anxiety, and it made him restless. Usually he sleeps most of the morning, after going out, eating, and getting his insulin shot, but that morning he didn't. He followed me around or just stood around looking like he wasn't sure what to do. I think he may have thought that we were getting ready to go on a trip, because we were all hugging him more than usual (which we do when we're leaving him for a while) and I was also gathering up his stuff because I couldn't face the idea of coming home from the vet and seeing his empty bed and everything. He couldn't see what I was doing, of course, but he could hear the extra hustle and bustle. I was careful to leave out his water dish and his favorite bed and anything I thought he would need until the last minute. (And he got lots of extra treats!) But everything else went either in a trash bag or I put it away in the spare bedroom until I figure out a place I can donate it to. (I will probably call the local animal shelter). Snickers was still restless, so when I finished, I picked him up, put him in my lap, and we had a talk. I told him that we were not going anywhere, but that this time he was the one who would get to go on a journey and that the end of his journey would be wonderful. I know...he couldn't understand me, but it made me feel better, anyway! When it was time to leave, he was very happy, as usual, that he was going with me, but as usual he got really anxious in the car. (He hates car rides.) So he whined most of the way to the vet, which got me crying again. So I arrived at the vet an emotional mess but I guess they are used to that. All the receptionists were hugging me and saying they were sorry. They all love Snickers too! But at least it's not a bad way to go, and I'm glad we could be with him, and I'm glad he's at peace now. They had a nice peaceful room with a couch that we could sit on with him. I brought his blanket as well as a towel that came with him when we got him...the family we got him from gave us the towel to help him feel more comfortable because it smelled like his dog family. Our vet said she would wrap him in his towel and blanket and that he could be cremated with those wrapped around him. And they will scatter his ashes in an apple orchard, which sounds kind of nice. (We could have opted to save his ashes, but we didn't want to do that.) They clipped off some of his hair for us to keep and they made an impression of his paw for us too:
(I still need to choose a photo to put in there.)
We miss him. I knew I would miss him the most whenever I came home to an empty house, and I do. I miss having him around and being able to pick him up and snuggle him whenever I want. I also miss him whenever the doorbell rings and there's silence instead of barking. (Didn't think I'd miss that! And I don't really miss the barking...but it reminds me that he's gone.) It was hard at first not to feel guilt...he was such a fighter, and I worried that he had wanted to keep on fighting. I wondered if he was up in heaven wondering "Why did they do that?" But after a few days, when I was thinking about it, I realized that there's no way he'd feel that way. Where he is now must be so wonderful; would he really wish to go back into an old tired body that was painful and wearing out, compared to where he is now? No, I'm sure he wouldn't. He's probably grateful, and I know he's happy.
Everyone is doing okay. The older boys did face time with us Monday evening so they could see him one more time. Seth never bonded with him the way the older boys did, so although he loved Snickers, it wasn't too hard for him. It was hardest for Frank and I (Frank cried a little...I think I've only seen him cry 2 other times!) and probably hardest for me because I'm the one that was at home with him most of the time. I did most of the care giving (and I think I bonded even more with him the last 6 months, when he was so sick and needed a lot more care). When I was talking to Scott on Monday evening, he said "Your know, Mom, if Snickers is anyone's dog, he's really your dog." And that's pretty much true. One thing that makes this easier for me is that I'm going to be gone next week and that was going to be hard on both Snickers and me. He gets really stressed when I'm gone and I would have worried about him a lot. So now, at least, I won't have to do that, and it will be easier for Frank too, having one less responsibility. He was a good dog. He was patient and loyal and sweet, and I'm glad we had him!
Frank's birthday--So yes, it was Frank's birthday on Tuesday and in spite of it being a sad day, I think he had a pretty good birthday. After he got home from work we gave him some cards and presents. Then for dinner we went to a restaurant with some friends. I was kind of worried that we wouldn't be much fun, since we were so sad, but it turned out to be probably the best thing we could have done because it cheered us up a lot!! He didn't want to have a big birthday cake because we're trying not to eat stuff like that much, so we bought one of those smaller cake mixes that made a 4 serving size cake. We were too full after dinner, though, so we actually didn't have his cake until last night. The night of his birthday, Frank had to go back to work because he needed to do some stuff for several stores that had to be done after they close...and they don't close until 11:00 pm. So he was gone until 4:00 am...ugh!! I woke up around 2:00 am and didn't go back to sleep until after he got home, so both of us were really tired on Wednesday.
Health--My back is still doing pretty well but I didn't get much exercising done this week. On Wednesday I was sick and on Thursday I was recovering and didn't want to push my luck since I had a long day ahead of me. (See the next topic.) On Friday I woke up too late, and had a million other things to do. I don't know what exactly I had on Wednesday, but when I was up in the night, I was having stomach cramps. Then when I woke up again in the morning I started having more cramps...and they were really bad. I actually started sweating all over and I thought I was going to pass out (but didn't, thankfully). They didn't last long, though, and the rest of the day my stomach wasn't too bad although I didn't eat much at all. However, I had a bad headache all day and felt really drained. So not a great day, but I've had worse. When I woke up Thursday the headache was gone and I felt pretty much normal again, which was great.
Field Trip--Before I knew how crazy this week was going to be, I had volunteered to be a chaperone for a field trip with Seth's class on Thursday. When I was sick on Wednesday, I wasn't sure I was going to be able to go but thankfully it all worked out. The field trip was to the United States Holocaust Museum; they are going to be reading The Diary of Anne Frank so Seth's teacher wanted them to have some context to put it in. I've always kind of wanted to go to the this museum, but also always kind of avoided it because I thought it would be really upsetting. And of course it was upsetting, but I have actually read and seen a lot about the holocaust already and it turns out I really didn't see or read anything worse than things I had already seen and read. And I do think it's a really good idea to go to this museum if you get the chance. I was too busy looking at the exhibits and keeping track of kids to take any pictures. And honestly, most of the museum is quite dark (on purpose, I think) so the lighting would have made taking pictures difficult anyway. In this museum, they want you to go through the exhibits in chronological order so everyone starts in the same place. At the beginning, they give each person an "ID"...a short biography of someone who was either a victim or a survivor of the holocaust. Here is mine:
She is one of the survivors, but her parents and brother both died, so she is the only member of her immediate family who survived. I definitely had a few emotional moments going through that museum, but I managed to hold it together! I would like to go back someday because we were actually really rushed. The traffic going down to the museum was even more terrible than normal, so it took us 2 1/2 hours to get there. I felt like I skimmed through everything because there just wasn't enough time. The kids had an assignment they were filling out too--I'm glad I didn't have to worry about that at least! Overall I think it was a worthwhile trip and Seth and I had a good discussion about why there would be a museum about such a difficult topic. (It didn't seem to bother him much, thankfully.)
Activity Days--(or Primary activities for girls, or whatever it's called now!) We had an activity on Thursday night, so it was a full day for me. We had the girls make signs and cards for a college age girl in our ward who is in the hospital out in Utah (and has been there for over a month). Actually, she's in rehab now, not really the hospital. She's starting to get better now but still has a long recovery ahead. I was really impressed with how creative the girls were, and how colorful and beautiful the signs and cards were.
Weather--We had some really lovely weather last weekend, with temperatures in the 60s on both Saturday and Sunday. The earlier part of this week was fairly mild too. It sort of misted most of the day on Tuesday, but it wasn't cold. It started to get colder on Thursday and today we were originally supposed to get a big winter storm, but it mostly fizzled. I saw a few snowflakes drifting down around noon and we did get some freezing rain / sleet, but not a lot. It's going to be colder now, though, with highs in the 30s most days.
Tax Course--I passed the test, so I am now a certified VITA tax preparer!! But it took me all week. I finished going through all the course work last week, but for the test you also have to enter information into the tax software, so I had to practice doing that to become familiar with the tax software. That took some time, and I ran into a glitch with the tax software too. So I worked on that when I could this week, but with so many other things going on, I didn't have a lot of time for it. Since I was sick on Wednesday I spent most of the day sitting on the couch working on it, and by evening I had taken and passed two of the 3 tests, and I had started on the last test (which is the biggest one) but didn't have time to finish it. (The test is online, and there's no time limit so I could work on it for a while, log out, and log back in to do more later.) Then of course I was gone all day Thursday so I didn't get anything done on it that day. So yesterday that was my top priority. I started working on the test after I dropped Seth off at school and I managed to finish it just a few minutes before I had to go pick him up. (School is one hour shorter for him on Fridays.) It's not that the test is super difficult, it just takes time. I had completed the quicker parts of the test Wednesday evening, but the last two sections you basically have to prepare two complete tax returns in order to answer the questions, so that can take a while. And yes...I'm sure it took me longer than the average person because I'm so slow and deliberate when I'm doing something that I want to do right. I also still had the same glitch with the tax software (weird!!), but I managed to figure out the correct answers anyway. I only missed two questions, which is a score of 92%, and I only had to get 80% to pass. So I'm very, very happy to have that completed! It was a lot of work (tax law is complicated, ya'll), but I learned a lot and it feels good to learn new things and to work hard at something and then finish it.
Why Friday was so crazy--As you know by now, I was sick on Wednesday and didn't do anything but work on the tax course, I was gone all day on Thursday, and I spent all day up until 2:30 pm on Friday completing the tax test. That means that by Friday afternoon I had 3 days' worth of normal household tasks piled up. So after picking up Seth from school, I spent the rest of the day doing the following: folding & putting away 3 batches of laundry (I did keep the laundry moving during the day on Friday while I was working on the test), dusted, vacuumed, and swept the whole house, went grocery shopping, and updated the budget. Okay, it doesn't sound like much when I list it off like that, but it took me until bedtime to get all of that done! (Just updating the budget can take hours, depending on how much needs to be done, and there was a lot this week.) Frank went with me to the store which was nice. And I slept great last night, which was awesome since I didn't sleep well at all Saturday through Wednesday nights--I woke up all of those nights in the wee hours and didn't go back to sleep for a couple of hours each time.
I think that is enough craziness for one week. If you've made it this far, you're a trooper!