A Series of Events to Remember for Court

Fri, 7-20 : Cute little Black Dog shows up in the neighborhood, slips under a fence, and plays with dogs in yard behind us.
Sun, 7-22 : Dog hanging around still, comes to play with dogs behind us, then notices our dogs and sniffs around them for a while. That night, outside, I notice Black Dog running around with another skinny, young dog. This one has a tag. I am a sucker, and hope that if one of my dogs ever gets away that someone will help them out. So I coax them into my yard, read the tag (city license, no name or #) and let that dog in the house because he is wriggling his way through the door anyways. Will call city clerk in AM, take dog to his owner, the end. Black Dog sits outside the door whining, crying, and barking now that he's left alone. Reluctantly let him in, too. They shouldn't be wandering around on garbage night anyways, being traffic hazards and strewing trash all over the place. Sucker.
Mon, 7-23 : Get owner's name and number and begin calling before work. Their ans. machine says memory full and cell phone goes straight to voicemail. Shut the dogs in backyard and go do my day. Periodically call Cujo's owner with the same results every time. When we get home, gate's open and dogs are gone. Oh well. They show up again after dark. Cry, whine, bark in backyard and drive my dogs insane. Another night w/no sleep.
Tues, 7-24 : Begin calling again before work. Reach owner on cell. Tells me his son is probably at home and take the dog over there. "Just open the front door and let him in." (!) It WAS the scary house I was hoping it wasn't. Building permit in window and construction materials and laundry all over living room and, oh yeah, guns and knives artfully displayed on the wall. Cujo appeared to be at home.
Black Dog shows up that evening, and surprise! Cujo's back.
Thurs, 7-26 : Take D to summer latchkey, and return home. Black Dog and Cujo running around. Stop car at corner and call them to me. Go home to get Animal Control's number. Call to say they are right here. Come get them. Eventually had to give up waiting and return to work. Get home that night and Black Dog greets us. Neighbor says dog catcher couldn't catch him. Cujo makes another nighttime appearance.
Fri, 7-27 : D spent night at Grandma's, so when I saw Cujo's owner's truck creeping around, I thought, "cool, now it's just the little guy." He kept creeping, though and stopped in front of my house for a couple of minutes. When he left, I looked out and Black Dog was huddled, shivering on the top step in the corner of my front door. Opened it to let him in, and M dashes out to freedom. Follow him around neighborhood, trying to get him back and Animal Control pulls up. She chases him home, gets Black Dog from me, and GIVES ME A TICKET for having an animal at large since she saw M out only a month or so ago. Make sure I show up on court day or they WILL issue a bench warrant. Ummm...WHAAAAA???? Ok, right, just explain? If there were a reasonable judge in our district, maybe, but it has just been recommended by the Judicial Tenure Committee to censure this judge due in part to ridiculous sentencing rulings. "The JTC finds bond and sentencing practices ... constitute judicial misconduct in office and conduct clearly prejudicial to the administration of justice," so hopefully she will not be having a bad day.

All Quiet on the Home Front

D's at camp this week until Friday. I took Tues and Wed off from work. Tuesday night I am going to see Wicked with my mom and her friend. Wednesday the gas company is moving the meter from the basement outside. And all around those two events, I am supposed to finish about 3000 projects or chores around here. So far I have matched a laundry basket of socks. Woohooo! What a start!
It felt a little weird dropping him off yesterday. Neither of us was really sure what to do after we checked him in. I didn't know if I should hang out 'til he got settled in and found a pal or something. I gave him a hug and left him just kinda wandering around the check-in area. I'm a little nervous about him wetting the bed. He had been doing really great for a long time, at least a month or two. Then last week it was like every night at least one accident. He got a bottom bunk right across from the bathroom, and I gave his CIT a heads-up about making sure he went before bed. I honestly think I'm more concerned about it than he is. I think he has the idea that nobody can tell that he has a cloud of pee vapors surrounding him. I don't want him to be really self-conscious if he can't help it, but if it's just a matter of him being too lazy or busy to go use it... I don't know. We have had so many way more important things to work on before this even made it onto the list. It could be a big problem at sleep away camp, though.
Of course I miss him, but it is giving me a little bit of a chance to breathe. With two therapy sessions a week, a psych med review once a month, the dentist, etc. I have the constant feeling that I'm forgetting something. This week, I'm not! It makes me second guess my hope to adopt another kid. Well, that and the fact that I would have to finish all the stalled home improvement projects before I even started the process.
I should go to bed now to get a good start on the cleaning tomorrow morning.

oh why is it 2:00 and i am still up? my stomach is grossed out so bad that i did the naughty bulimia boogie. i think i ate something HORRIBLE. hopefully it is gone now. i also watched a non-kid movie for the first time in forever. Tarnation. why i insist on watching disturbed and/or disturbing movies i have no idea. i cannot get it out of my head, though. and the mt. dew i drank after d went to bed probably didn't help any of this. who would have guessed that a wild night in 2007 would be a pop, a dvd, and a puke?
karate was very short-lived. neither of us is very motivated to go to bootcamp after our long days. hopefully, we can do other healthy fun things. but screw that! right now we are on a kick of playing midnight club 3 all the time. d likes to drive around the cities in his cop car pretending to pull people over and stuff, and i race race race. we are very low-quality right now. i have very recently fed my child dinner from 7-11. terrible. i have been feeling incredibly overwhelmed lately. a million deadlines, appointments, field trip permission slips, bills, and on and on in a never-ending avalanche of paper and calendars and bouncing checks. it seems like it would be such a simple thing to get organized...