Up to here in dog poop

Out of the goodness of my heart I let my Mom's dog continue to stay with us for two weeks after she moved out--to help her get settled and unpack, etc....without the stress of the dog. Well, the goodness in my heart has become the badness in my soul. She is all unpacked and suspiciously has not picked up the dog yet. So, after the dog pooped and peed all over the carpet last night, I gave her a call and let her know that enough was enough. The dog peed all over the stairs this morning as well just to make sure I won't miss her at all when my mom picks her up today.

I don't like animals that much, and I especially don't like them when they share their excremental waste with my carpets.

Our marriage therapist said to me and Dan this week, "If both of you aren't willing to work on your own issues, which is the only thing you can ultimately control in this relationship, then there probably is no future for your marriage."

I think of impending divorce, tragedy, and all other saddening things. Dan asks me later on that day when we are going to have more kids. How did we get on such different planets? I don't like any of that Mars and Venus crap, but I do think we process life through a different lens. And, no, I am not pregnant, nor will be. Fighting is great birth control!

This holiday season I want to get off my depressed, growing fatter ass and try to do something charitable. Not just because it is charitable, but also because I do not want my kids to associate the holidays with just "taking". There is so much consuming: food, presents, self-indulgent activities. I want it to be about the Messiah baby, giving, loving, and mercy. Not everyone has a stuffed range-free all natural turkey from Whole Foods to eat, and damnit, I want my kids to realize that.