I don’t often post things of a heavier tone on here, but here goes.
I heard a term this week that describes J and I – DINKWADs. Dual Income No Kids With A Dog. Those of you who know us, know that we’ve struggled to have kids for more than 4 years now. Mother’s Day is a holliday filled with mixed feelings. On the one hand, I’m so very thankful for my Mom and I’m also very thankful for my Mother-in-Law. I’ve been blessed with godly women who are stellar examples of faithfulness and integrity and I’m grateful to spend a day honoring them. On the other hand, the day is a painful reminder that I’m not a mother, or rather that I’m the mother of children I’ll get to meet in heaven.
It’s been a long, hard road for us. Sometimes, like on Mother’s Day, all I want to do is disappear. I want to climb into a hole and stay there until this trial passes. Ultimately though, I really don’t want to live like that. This trial should not incapacitate me. Trials aren’t meant to ruin us, they are meant to purify us. They are meant to confirm and strengthen our faith, to loosen our grip on this world and turn our gaze toward Jesus.
I can honestly say that I’m thankful for this trial. It hurts, I want it to end, but I’m thankful. The Lord has been so kind and gracious to us. He has cared for us each step of the way. He is trustworthy, good and sovereign. On days like Mother’s Day I remind myself of those things and I carry on. There may be a few tears shed, there may be a bit of retreating, but there will also be hope. Hope in my Father’s perfect plan for our DINKWAD family of two.
Fritz is a bit spoiled. It’s taken me some time to be able to admit that, but I see it now. With some counseling and video evidence I see it now.
One of the ways his spoiled-ness shows up is that he wants free access to the backyard. What I mean is that he is not happy with just being inside or just being outside, he wants the option.
For example, last night while I was cooking dinner…
Commence random side note: (which by the by was delicious! I’m always so excited when dinner turns out good. HERE’S the recipe. Pdub is one of my cyberheroes… she’s a ce-web-rity *snicker*)
…and Fritz was outside. He decided he wanted to come in so, as is his custom, he scratched on the screen door and let out a pathetic whine. I went over and opened up the door to let him in. He followed me around for a bit, sniffer going crazy, then went back out since the only food dropping into scavange range was raw onion.
Now, our screen door is not on a spring, which means it swings freely in the wind until it gets close enough to latch. It was pretty windy last night so it didn’t take long until the door latched and Fritz couldn’t get his nose or paw in to open it back up. The scratching and whining began again. We repeated this process (minus the raw onion part because it was now sautéing in the pan) several more times. Outside, whine, inside, outside, whine, inside, back outside, whine, back inside, Lisa sighs and finally closes the main door and tells Fritz to stop driving her crazy and go lay down or he’ll be put outside permanently.
If only there existed some type of dog sized door with a flap that could solve this spoiled pup problem…..
Really, dude? I’m hoping against hope that he has a reasonable excuse for this display. Maybe he was on some sort of pain medication for a root canal, or maybe he didn’t get any sleep the night before, or maybe he was actually sleep-talking, maybe he never took a science class as a kid… anything please!
