After yesterday's entry, I feel as though I probably sounded a bit like a crazy person. Oh well, who am I kidding? Today only confirmed the craziness that is my life.
I should have probably been more specific in my terminology, in that while my personality does not do well with too much structure and/or routine, I DO need organization. I like plans. I may not do the same thing on the same day every week, but I do like things to go a certain way... another way that I've had to retrain my process of thinking.
After posting the picture of the papers stacked on my dining room table yesterday, I was feeling rather guilty that it had gotten so out of hand. Today was the only day this week, that I planned to be home most of the day, so I wanted to tackle that chore, as well as fold and put away the ginormous basket of socks and underwear that has been gawking at me at the end of my hallway. (I do DO housechores. I just don't like them!)
In my mind, I had a plan. I got my boys up and off to school. I was going to catch up on a few photography business chores, and then I planned to tackle the house chores I needed to accomplish. As is life, I received a phone call in reference to my dog's checkup earlier this week. "Mrs. Ketteman, we are sorry to inform you that Mandy has whipworms."
The rest is kind of a blur to me. I am still getting over the shock of it. You see, I am a very conscientious pet owner. I believe that if you're going to own a pet, you need to be prepared to be a responsible one. That means annual checkups, proper care, vaccinations, etc. I BATHE my dogs weekly, for heaven's sake! I don't want icky dogs, especially around my children! We do the whole "kit and caboodle," from flea treatments to heartworm preventatives. Apparently, whipworms are the worm-exception to what the medicine will prevent.
So, here I am again... planning to get housechores completed for the day, and my plan is interrupted. See? This is where it comes in handy to be flexible! I had to go out back and get yet another doggie-doo sample (from my OTHER dog) to be tested, to see if she is also infected with the nasty bug. Then, I had to drive to the vet office, pick up the medicine, and to the pet store to get canned dog food (smells like vomit, for real), because the medicine gets sprinkled on the food.
Mandy seems to be completely unaffected by the ordeal. She's perfectly content at this time, resting calmly at my feet as I type.
On a happier note, I took more pics of my irises today. I don't know why, but I'm drawn to them.
Now, maybe I have time to fold some socks????