Waiting

And so another day arrives and we are still waiting for the bank to get back to us about whether or not they are interested in selling their badly in need of repairs, nowhere near livable, repossed property for which they are currently not receiving any money to us at a ridiculously high price. It is so damn frustrating, we have to wait until they are ready to make a decision because of course they are the big shots, they have all the power.
So we wait because what else can we do?
Personally I think we should just move in and claim squatter's rights.
Something that should be exciting is fast becoming just plain annoying, frustrating and downright irritating.
They sure know how to suck the joy out of life.

On the up side, the babies are as beautiful as ever, sumo is farting up a storm and buddy seems to be practicing to participate in some burping competition or the other. I just have to snuggle up with them and all is right in the world.

Avoidance

So here I sit, in the midst of this huge task and suddenly I am intensely interested in the internet.
I must admit that I have mastered the art of avoiding work at the best of times but now suddenly I need, no NEED to figure out blogging.
I suppose it is long overdue (my interest that is, not my blog), I guess it is never too late to look into something new.
I got up this morning and then just had to get back into bed to cuddle with the babies, they looked so cute snuggled in under the duvet with their little furry butts sticking out getting my bed full of hair.
Once I was up and dressed and ready to work, I just had to take them for a walk. I mean the sun is shining and the weather is mild and it is the middle of winter and I have to take advantage of good days when they come around.
Finally in front of the computer, file open, phone in hand -- Oooh buddy wants to play ball, can't disappoint my angel.
Now settled down ready to work, oh yeah - I started a blog, it is vitally important to make an entry and here I am midway through the day, deadline looming and ....

Bad mothering

So here I sit warm and cosy in front of my notebook while the poor babies are waiting to for a walk or at least for me to play with them and I wonder, am I bad mother?
They ask for so little, a game of fetch, tug of war, a walk around the block, anything, just some interaction and I feel so worthless when I find excuses, like I have too much work, it's cold outside, just let me quickly vacuum the floor, blah blah blah...
So am I a bad mother?
They are loved to distraction, they are the source of my happiness, they sleep in the bed with me, watch tv with me, go for drives with me, are the reason I won't go out if it's cold or raining or will in anyway discomfit them.
But is that enough, do dogs need more than love to survive?
Is my brand of love truly love?
Will I one day be punished for not just shutting down and giving into those beseeching brown eyes, finding the leash and shouting - walkies?