Today I feel that achingly exhaustive paralysis. The kind that I felt when I cared for my newborn babies. All four of them in five years. Perhaps worse than the acute demands of a newborn baby are the needs of aging dogs. Yep, today is also my dogs’ 15th birthday. And that’s dogs with an “s” as in two of them. I thought how great it’d be to adopt a brother and sister from the same litter not thinking about housebreaking two puppies at once and the hazards of two dogs growing old at the same time. But here we are, or rather here they are, in their golden years.
So alas today is the last day of celebrating others, canines and humans and anything else worth celebrating. In my world, every school day is a celebration, especially Mondays. Three weeks from now there will be more celebrations when my daughter reaches double digits. A birthday that just so happens to fall on Mother’s Day. Then, just maybe, I’ll get my wish: One night of solid sleep. The kind of sleep children get and take for granted because they don’t know that good sleep is hard to come by. Really hard to come by. Long before I ever heard about the miracle that is melatonin or ever needed any for that matter, I used to lie in my bed at night and read the Lord’s Prayer.
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I shall die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take. Amen.
I hope my dogs don’t make a peep.
Hogging blankets and passing gas,
Never knew it’d come to that.
Another night come and gone,
Awakened before the crack of dawn.
Trying not to wish you away,
At fifteen years, you’re not long to stay.
Achy bones and droopy eyes,
Not ready for our sad goodbye.
So rest as you will, I’ll sleep when I’m dead
Spending my nights comforting you instead.