My husband utters these words all the time and it drives me absolutely crazy. Sometimes he refers to our son, sometimes the dog, and sometimes people at work. He generally knows better than to use those dreaded words in connection with me. So I guess I’m just going to have to do it for him.
Because I’ve fallen off the edge of the world.
Because I’ve fallen down the rabbit hole.
For those of you who have read my blog previously, you’ll know that for the past couple of months I have been
whining complaining writing about the amazing people in my life, and in particular my daughter, the Demon Child.
This school year has proven to be
a nightmare, a disaster of epic proportions, an extremely stressful and challenging one, given the fact that the Demon Child :
- is in Grade 12, her last year of high school
- has a steady boyfriend who is in Grade 11(he doesn’t have the same stress as those in Grade 12)
- has been applying to several prestigious Canadian universities back east
- is a hormonal teen age girl who seems to be PMS-ing 24/7!!!
- has ADHD, so that ordinary difficulties for other kids become MONUMENTAL END-OF-THE-WORLD TYPE PROBLEMS for her which she typically takes out on her poor, long-suffering mother (yeah, that’s me)
The past month in particular has been a topsy-turvy crazy roller coaster ride;
heck, it’s been the 10 hour version of Space Mountain, that super scary Disney roller coaster ride in the dark – yeah that’s my life.
Especially this past month. Something about March….spring, renewal, and its opposites – death, destruction. Okay maybe I’m the one that’s being a wee bit dramatic now.
So let’s consider the good, the incredible, the WOW March factors…
- the Demon Child traveled to Nicaragua on a school trip for 3 weeks – I tried not to clap and cheer too too much before she left
- my hubby, The Original Obnoxious One and I went to Maui for a week…just the 2 of us…for our first visit ever! Yes, we were absolutely the only people in West Vancouver (other than our kids) who had not been to Maui.
- the Demon Child actually got accepted into each of her top 3 choices for university. I’m still not sure how that happened!?
- We kind of bought a new house, subject to the sale of our current home – even the paperwork has been signed!
- After the power washing and the window washing and the cleaning and the gardening and the staging, we put our house up for sale
But of course, we never get the absolutely terrific stuff without the awful, dreadful terrible crap. And this time the bad has been really bad. It put all of my whining and all of my complaining into perspective as just that…whining and complaining.
First off, when we had the building inspection done on our new house – it failed every single test…and not just a little, but a ton. In fact, it’s a miracle the place is still standing, because any minute it just might slide into the ocean. So yes, I pouted and was a little upset. But this was nothing…
Compared to the loss of Killer, our 12-year-old yellow lab that we’ve had since she was a puppy. She wasn’t eating everything in sight as usual and was vomiting so I took her to the vet to for a checkup …and left with a death sentence. Tests clearly showed a multitude of tumors in her lungs; she had been experiencing difficulty breathing, but we thought old age was simply catching up with her. We waited 24 hours for our daughter to return home, (which meant that my husband was then out of town) and skyped my son in.
The next day Killer was gone.
You may think Killer was just a dog, and an old one at that, but
- for 12 years she gave each member of our family unconditional love and support
- for 12 years she was a calming presence in a house full of big personalities and bigger egos
- for 12 years she kept me company when the kids went to school
- for 12 years she delighted us with her sniffing and snorting, her moaning and her groaning, her sneaking of chocolate, butter and garbage (yes, all poison for dogs)
Life will never be the same for our family. Over the past 12 years, our children have grown into young adults, my husband has lost a few more hairs from the top of his head, and a few deep lines and wrinkles have taken up permanent residence on my face.
So guess what – it’s time for Franklinstein and me to man up.
But we will never forget.
Rest in Peace Killer.