An Angel With A Marshmallow

Although Snowy usually sleeps through the night, for the past week or so he hasn’t been doing so well in that regard. And after almost eleven years of being in our family, the determined doggy has finally talked Steve and I into letting him sleep in our bed. So when he doesn’t sleep, we don’t sleep.

Since I’m a light sleeper and hear Snowy most of the time, I’ve been getting up with him, rather than waking Steve from a sound sleep—even though he always tells me to wake him up.

Last night, I was worn slap out (that’s a Southern phrase, y’all) from all of my interrupted sleep (and chaos management) so I asked Sarah if she’d take Snowy upstairs with her for the night.

Well, Little Sir Snowy got it into his Little Sir Snowy Head that he was in the wrong place for sleeping purposes and that he really needed to be escorted down one floor to his “mom and dad’s” king sized bed. Where he rightfully belonged. Because he’s special like that.

So by 11 pm when he still hadn’t settled down, Sarah finally got exasperated with him and came and knocked on our door and handed him over to “the parental units.” (As she sometimes calls us.) Steve sleepily took Snowy from her without a word, brought him back to bed, and Snowy ended up sleeping all night long. Hallelujah.

However, when Sarah got up this morning, she was in tears because she’d had such a frustrating, annoying time with her beloved doggy; then she felt bad about pawning him off on us. When Steve had answered her knock and took the dog without saying a word, she thought maybe he was annoyed with her for not keeping Snowy herself.

So she and I had a little talk and a big hug and I told her it was not a big deal; Snowy had slept great and Steve was not in the slightest bit annoyed with her.

When I saw Steve a few minutes later I told him about our conversation and suggested, “You might just mention something to her about it.”

I was in the bathroom slappin’ on make up (thank heaven for Maybelline) when I heard the following delightful conversation take place down the hall.

Steve: Good morning, Sarah!

Sarah: Mumbling with downcast face, “Good morning.”

Steve: I had a very interesting dream last night.

Sarah: What did you dream?

Steve: Well, I dreamed that a beautiful angel knocked on our bedroom door and handed me a marshmallow!

Steve always did have a way with words. And Sarah has always had a way of appreciating people who have a way with words.

After that lovely “daddy speech,” they started their morning with a hug and a smile.

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In other news, yes the carpet is (mostly) in and yes, I am an exceedingly exuberant woman after seeing the last of the stained, blue carpet we’ve been staring at for nine months disappear out the door, never to be glimpsed again.

The two carpet guys stayed at the house till after 8 pm. When Sarah and I got home at 5 pm, we saw lots of lovely carpet accompanied by lots of clumps of chaos.

Here are the stairs to Sarah’s room. She said she felt like a mountain climber when she tried to get to and from her room. (To get to her room, you turn left at the top of this set of stairs and go up another small flight before finally arriving at her 480 sq. foot aerie.)

Here’s a sneak peek of the carpet; I’ll show you more tomorrow when the job is completely finished. We love the color and we love, love, love the clean, new, fresh look it gives the whole second floor.

Now you would think that since I was dealing with such chaos at home that I would want to spend my time away from home doing something peaceful and orderly.

Not so much.

I decided to attack the drawers and file cabinets in the sound room/office area that I work from at church. There are few things I love better than a mess that needs to be organized; it just brings joy to my soul and sassiness to my spirit. (Almost as much joy and sass as having new carpet!)

And here’s the (sort of) finished project. Actually, I’ve still got a lot of things I’d like to do in that area, like putting up new paint and a few pictures, and maybe even getting a “new” desk from Craigslist. But at least I’m making progress and having fun in the meantime.

Before I close, I’ll answer a couple questions that came in from MN Mom. She said,

Are the steps going up to Sarah’s room also being re-done?

No, the carpet on her steps and in her room is a whole lot newer than the second floor carpet and is in excellent shape. So we’ll be keeping that for awhile. It does have blue in it, but it also has some greenish-aqua; I think she can work around it, color-wise.

Do you have a surgery date yet?

Yes! In fact, two weeks from this very moment, I will be in the operating room having the expanders taken out and the permanent implants put in.

From what I understand, the recovery period after replacement surgery is easier than after a mastectomy; I think it’s more like 1-2 weeks, rather than 4-6 weeks.

I am excited about getting this procedure behind me and getting on with the rest of my life!