Hope you have gotten to enjoy and celebrate with the Dad's in your life today!
Today is a little bitter sweet for Dale. Last Father's Day was the last time Dale saw his mother alive. We had his parents over for dinner...and Linda was in RARE form. She was hysterical...cracking some jokes, slapping the table, and even having a glass of wine with me. I even had told Dale that she seemed to LOOK better than the last time we had seen her.
To ensure that D had a nice Father's Day I planned a weekend away. I picked him up Friday at the fire station at 7:30 am, bags packed and kids in tow. (c and e) We headed out to the river for some fun.
Dale had gone to the river the week before to take the boat in for some repair work...which was NOT going to be completed prior to our trip. We decided to go ahead with our plans, and take the boogers out on the jet skis. I must admit, I wasn't the happiest about this venture. I was super concerned about taking the little kids out on them, on a weekend no less.
We arrived before 11:30 am...
I unpacked, while Dale checked out the jet skis. Within a few minutes he came in and said we had a problem. One of the jet skis was "dead".
Obviously this is D trying to make light of the situation. I didn't crack a smile, I assure you.
During this time, Dale suggested I give Molly one of her tranquilizers so that she would be okay while we were gone. (Molly always has joined us on the boat...and the ONE time we left her behind she ate our clothes in anger. Since we were going on the jet skis we wanted to make sure we wouldn't come home to a half eaten couch. Vet prescribed them) I asked Dale how much I should give her. He asked what the bottle said on it. I told him 1 to 2 tablets every 8 hours. He said "two...or one." I married a decisive fellow, didn't I? Anyway, I rolled the dice and gave her 1 1/2. Within a half hour I had a comatose dog. NO JOKING. She couldn't move her head, peed herself, etc... I immediately went into freak out mode. Dale came in and started freaking out too. We really were concerned she could die.
It was at that moment that I thought God was going to take Molly because I had put Fred down. It was MY choice to put my cat down. One that I didn't do lightly, I promise you. I am STILL crying over Fred. However, he had crystals in his bladder which made him pee all over my house. I had put up with it for nine months...and it had escalated out of control. I couldn't keep him outside, because every time one of the kids came in he would come in too. At 16 pounds he was stealth like. Shocking, I know. In addition, we have a lot of coyotes, and I didn't want him to be eaten. The problem also was that he didn't pee in the house EVERY day....but when he did, he did it on shoes....purses...dress up clothes... DALES clothes that were folded and ready to be put away...Molly's bed. You get the picture. While he was a majorly naughty cat, he was also the absolutely MOST LOVING cat I have ever owned. He would crawl onto my lap, put his front paws around my neck and nuzzle me. Then,PURR like crazy. The guilt I have in putting him down is horrendous. (I was with him when they injected him) Soooo, when Molly started to drool, pee, and not even move her body, head or eyes, I thought it was retribution time. NOT SAYING THAT GOD works like that...it just crossed my scared mind. I have had Molly for 14 years and I probably should have known not to give her the full dose. The old lady just couldn't take it.
All of this, and it wasn't even 12:30.
Finally, at 1:30 when Paramedic Dale decided Molly wasn't going to die in front of me, he went to get a new jet ski battery.
By 3 we were on the water. We had a BLAST. Kids were incredible, water was perfect, and weather gorgeous. We finally made it home around 8. (Molly was still alive)
The next day wasn't as weather perfect as the previous day. It got windy, making our jet ski ride a little more hairy. Once again the kiddos were great. We spent six hours out on the jet skis Saturday, and even had a 2 1/2 hour non stop ride! Needless to say, Dale and I are super sore today!!! The jet skis are fun, but for small bouts of time. Not for two entire days with lil boogers sitting in front of us!
Even with the drama, it was a blast. Most importantly, it helped Dale keep his mind off last Father's Day. :(
Hope you had a wonderful weekend and Father's Day!!! (what's left of it!)
cute pictures! :).... I didn't know that Father's Day was the last day that Dale had been with his mom :(.... I'm sorry!! must have been a hard day for him... I can relate... But it sure seems like he and you all, had a great day and weekend! :) sooo glad my friend! :) xoxoxo
Posted by: Lori F | June 25, 2009 at 12:26 AM