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By Tara Zandra | July 22, 2013

Tabitha came home from her weekend with the start of a cold which is fantastic timing, of course. Not that it’s ever a good time to be sick, but truly, 2013 will go down as the year of a million illnesses. I just don’t want Daisy to get it on top of her current ailment. We’re taking her back to the doc’s tomorrow and I asked Chris to come with me this time in case he has info to add that I may not think about. I’m assuming we’ll come away with an antibiotics prescription of some sort and at this point, I don’t even care. I will literally do anything to get her back to normal as soon as possible. Goodness help us all if any of us ever has something truly horrible and life threatening because I will clearly not be able to handle it.

Yesterday while I was driving, the thought flashed into my mind how adaptable I am. Then I was struck how utterly ridiculous that is because I hate change, especially small changes. When I was a child, I faced New Year’s Eve with dread; the end of a year and the start of a new one struck fear in my heart.

That’s how much I hate change.

Yet when something goes wrong that requires us to make do, I’m perfectly fine. For example, our automatic garage door broke just as we were to leave on a vacation. As in a week or two. Since all monies were for our trip, we said we’d get it fixed when we came home. But then it was the holidays. Then the girls’ birthdays. By then we were planning another trip and well, it’s now been 3.5 years without a working garage door because we simply learned to do without.

That doesn’t bother me in the least. I couldn’t care less about that door, not that I’d mind if it was fixed, of course, I just can’t be bothered.

I’ve adapted.

The thing that prompted my thinking is the fact that I pretty much sleep on the floor of the living room on a nightly basis, and get up with Daisy several times a night. At this point it’s starting to feel normal.

Haven’t slept with my husband in 2 weeks.

Like actual sleeping. Our evening routine is no more and we’ve hit a new normal. That’s the thing with married couples, there’s always tomorrow.

I just want tomorrow to actually come before we’re too adapted to get back to normal.

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