About 3 weeks ago, I was not in a good place. I felt like I'd hit rock bottom. Things at the school were not good. One day in particular was pretty rough. I can't remember specifically now what happened during the day, but I know there were some fights and little kids with huge attitudes. After school drove me nuts-I had too many to supervise and some would just leave the room and wander the hallways or other shenanigans. Some of the more mature students were getting a little too irritated by the younger kids and making huge deals out of tiny issues. I felt like I was losing my mind. I told Mike at 5:00 "I can't do this anymore". He was supportive and everything, but basically said we just had to suck it up and tough it out; there were only a few weeks of school left. So I went home that day still feeling pretty discouraged and beaten.
I was sitting downstairs by myself (fortunately) when my parents called and told me that my other dog Lexie passed away. She'd been going downhill for about a week and a half, and we knew it was coming, but it still felt like I'd been punched in the throat. Before she'd started slipping, she still acted like a puppy despite her age at 10 years.
Let's just say that was not a pretty night for me. It probably sounds pathetic to say this, but for 12 years, I was blessed by Lexie and Rosie with their companionship, loyalty, and cheerfulness. And within 4 months, during an already difficult period in my life, they were both gone.
On the bright side, that was a few weeks ago and I'm doing better now. More posts coming soon!
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