Jake’s two-year adopt-o-versary is approaching. I look back on those post from two years ago and have a hard time recalling the worries I had back then. That Jake would settle in, that the boys would tolerate each other, that we’d be ‘okay’ and that the decision was right.
The issues have changed, greatly.
Last night Jake poop’d in his sleep. He then must have had a nightmare that he poop’d in his sleep and he rolled around like a crazy dog to avoid the poop of his dream but ended up rolling around in the poop of reality. I was awoken by the smell. Hello Monday.
It’s raining here today so I did what any mother of the year would do, I carried Jake outside and let him bathe in mother natures tears (or were those my tears). Who knows. I cleaned up his bed, then I went outside and rain bathed Jake (and myself) and Melvin just stood in the doorway and barked at me because he was hungry.
I am going to sketch out a swing like contraption that Jake can be hoisted into each night. One where he will be comfortable but when he sleep potties, it just falls into a trashcan. A girl can dream.