Serenity Now

I'm glad today is over.  I'd be even more glad if I didn't have to be on post in the morning.  Bah.  I've pretty much been a zombie today.  See, we noticed Lu had a bad limp last night (somehow during her last outing before bed she got injured), so I was worried about her.  Then at 0230, after I'd been asleep for just three hours, I had to pee.  Upon doing that, I heard Lu-dog moving around and got back up about 0245 to find her down on the ground at the foot of our bed after crawling off her own.  Thinking she had to go out, I tried to coax her outside.  No dice.  Last resort, I had to wake Joe up and have him carry her outside, which he did, and good thing too because she really did have to go.  After that, we got back in bed, and I laid her a while since I've stopped sleeping well anyway.  At some point after 0300, I knocked my cup of water off my nightstand (shit), half went down my side of the bed and the other half against the wall and baseboards behind the nightstand.  Back out of bed, I cleaned up my mess.  Then repeat - lay down and try to sleep.  Finally, as I was nearing a good sleep, Joe's alarm went off at 0415.  Then about an hour later he came in to say bye and give me a kiss.  Sometime around 0700 I heard Dex bark in the living room, and then by 0800, I was up to take Lu out on the leash.  I then laid back down for a bit before I had to get up to take her to the vet.  All in all, I got three straight hours of sleep, and the rest was choppy bullshit.  Oh, and I ended up paying over $50 for anti-inflammatories for Lu.  She's not even hardly limping anymore.  I think she could have feigned a continued injury at least until tomorrow.  Gah.

I really don't know what happened the rest of the day.  At some point Joe texted me about us having to go to the FRG meeting tonight after all at 1830, which with a soccer game (the first of the season) at 1930, I was pissed.  He also reminded me that he needed shin guards for the game, which I'd offered to pick up and had forgotten.  So at some point this afternoon, I ran shin guard errands and grocery errands and made it home in time for a small power nap before Joe called at 1635 to tell me he was on his way home.  I shot up and into the kitchen, somehow throwing dinner together, which we ate about 1730 before leaving at 1800 to go to post for the stupid meeting.  We drove half an hour there, spent half an hour going over scheduling bullshit, and then drove another half hour back into town, racing (I drove) to Joe's soccer game.  The game lasted longer than I was told it would (they got smoked by the other time), leaving us to get home about 2115.  Good times. 

One of the chicks on the team let me know that they have games twice a week - on Wednesdays and Sundays, and then I heard the captain tell them that they'd be practicing on Mondays and Thursdays.  I confirmed this with Joe.  So.  That's four nights a week of soccer, though Joe claims he will not be attending all of it.  Still, Joe is already gone (commute + work) a minimum of 11 hours a day, so he's exhausted and never gets enough sleep.  Then there's the fact that I am in my third trimester, growing more tired by the day and need a partner who has some time for me and getting baby shit done (not to mention one who has enough time for himself so he doesn't completely lose his mind).  The crib came today (yay), and it's still laying in the foyer where I dragged it in the front door.  It will stay there until the weekend when Joe has time to help me.  Yeah, there's gonna be a meltdown coming.  This soccer league lasts six weeks, which is half of the rest of the time I'm going to be pregnant (hopefully).  So much for enjoying our last bit of time together pre-baby, as I imagine the last six weeks will be very whale-like and miserable.

To close after all this complaining, let me share this with you:  The other day Joe was mocking me and kinda taunting me, jumping around in quick boxer movements as I tried to find an opening (he was blocking) to whack him.  I had my hand up, ready to strike when (holy shit), I see Dexter to my right vertically sailing through the air.  For that split second he was as tall as me.  Where did he land?  On Joe.  Dex knew who the aggressor was and after landing on him, he promptly bit him in the penis (through his pants - he was clothed).  As Joe said, "he had both beans and the frank in his mouth at the same time."  It lasted only a second and didn't come close to breaking through cloth or skin, but Joe immediately went down.  I laughed so hard that I had to run to the bathroom. It was tremendous.