Sometimes getting the inner spark within to ignite takes a dog deliberately peeing on your foot

There are some days when I just desperately want to be left alone. Not on anyone’s accord. Not out of irritation. I just want to be alone. Today is an alone day. I’m not really sure why, but Boomer just walked up out of no where and peed on my foot while I was putting away laundry. Either he really hates me, or he needs to think of a more appropriate way to let me know he has to go.  Now that my foot is clean, I have to figure out a way to wash my dry clean only jacket to get the pee out too. Two birds with one stone- thank you Boomer, what ever I did, be it the walk or playtime, sorry to make you so moody.

I really wish I was back in Coeur d’ Alene today. It’s my baby sisters first date and I want to be the one to pick out the sandals that will give her ankles scars that last years because that’s what sisters do. I’m really, really bummed I can’t be there to share in the excitement. Laundry and floor washing aren’t exactly turn-ons.

Yesterday, I came to the realization that I wasn’t ready to get out there and meet new people. I wasn’t ready to go and join clubs or get active- until, that is, today. I’m not really good with people, I wish I was. I’m so shy that I come across as aloof while my husband on the other hand can talk to anyone he wants with complete ease. It’s not that I’m self conscious, I just don’t feel like I ever have anything to say. I took the title for most uninteresting person in the Universe.

I also realized that I need to find work if I’m ever going to afford the things I want to do. So, I’m going to try to apply to the flower shop close by. Cleaning the house endlessly is growing old.  On top of that, whether it be out of frustration or abandonment, the old adage of relying on myself to get things done is becoming clearer. And I have the distinct urge to cut off all of my hair. I just feel like throwing my hands in the air sometimes. There are some things I just have to find the personal motivation to do. I don’t have my mother around to poke me in the butt with a sticker, and my husband is worse than I am. So here’s to getting things done, even if I hate doing them.