My house needed to be vacuumed. I've been saying that for about 2 weeks now. Husband is working hard & long hours & hasn't got time to do much around here except wrangle kids. I cannot push the vacuum yet (I learned that after my last c-section...no vacuuming until at least 6 weeks postpartum). My main concern was all the dog hair collecting on my carpet.
Lilly May is a Wirehaired fox terrier...a breed that doesn't really shed. They do lose hair, but it has to do with undercoat & top coat & instead of shedding she leaves small hair balls around. This can be prevented by frequent brushing which I don't have the time nor the energy to do lately, so she's been dropping hair all over the house.
This morning I decided the dogs' bedding had to be washed...it stunk. But there wasn't much of a point if I didn't wash the dogs...and there was no point in washing Lilly May with her coat as long as it is. That would just make a bigger mess and leave her matted & snarled. So in a moment of what can only be called postpartum psychosis, I decided to clip her myself. "It's nice outside & this will only take a few minutes. Bitsy's almost asleep & the others are watching cartoons...I can get this done quickly." WRONG!!!
After 15 minutes in the blazing sun, wrangling a dog that hates the clippers, and constantly having to field questions being shouted from the french doors (I was setting on the steps going into the living room. They were not completely unattended) I realized I was in WAY over my head. #1 Son brought me the phone & I called for reinforcements. I honestly don't know what I'll do when QM has to return to Tennessee...really, Daddy, you can make a long distance marriage work until you retire.
She came and corralled the wayward children, cleaned up the kitchen, made the kids put up their toys, and generally dealt with the chaos while I clipped the dog's fur, washed said dog, and showered to remove the dog hair I was now wearing. Then she vacuumed the entire house (after making sure the kids picked up their rooms) while I fed the baby, read, and chatted on the phone with Inkling. Then she chatted on the phone with Art while I scrubbed Husband's (nasty) bathroom.
QM came around the corner after getting off the phone with Art & said, "What are you doing?" Cleaning the tub. "You really do have a problem today, don't you?" Maybe it's post-natal nesting.
Seriously, Daddy...just think about it. You could buy a house up here for QM & rent an apartment in Tennessee for you & Bubba. Then you could alternate weekends. You come up here one weekend, she comes down there the next. And no, she didn't put me up to this.
Oh, and don't ask how the dog looks. It isn't good. But she has to be cooler...because she's nearly bald. Very, very nearly in spots. Take my advice...if your dog is scared of the clippers, don't try to cut her with scissors. It won't be pretty. Lilly May used to look like she weighed about 25 pounds. Now she looks like a rat on stilts (Yeah, Inkling...she does).
4 comments:
it takes two of us to clip missy..one to actually hold her and talk to her and me to clip her.
You are Superwoman!! 4 children and dogs too ?! Dogs that need clipping ?! I cannot cope with 2 children and a few fish ( that don't need clipping )Good on you Farm Wife !! S
Oh, I think we are going to need photos of the dog. . . please!
well I think your folks could do that for the sake of the babies, don't you? And if Bruno can hack it so can your daddy! And really you DO NEED the help.
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