A boy and his dog. (Plus an evil hedge that attacked me.)
A boy and his dog. (Plus an evil hedge that attacked me.)

Phew.

Cameron the dog had surgery last month for a cancerous tumor on his leg. Life was turned a bit upside down as our outside dog was brought inside. My life suddenly was filled with vet visits, doggy potty breaks, and medical collars.

My house smelled like canine, and I had to make sure I was home often to let the dog out. But really, I treasured that time with Cameron. Having him inside moved me closer to the pet owner I want to be, giving him lots of attention and emphasizing him as part of the family. It was good for Cameron as well — the immobility from the surgery allowed him to learn how to be in our house without knocking over small children.

Things started to smooth out last week, and I believed that I might actually catch up on life and housework. And then our oven broke. Well, I seem to have broken it. I was distracted from cooking by the arrival of a lovely gift from my husband (these shoes — aren’t they great?!), and I ran into the kitchen to find water from the pasta pot boiling all over my stove. Apparently that was the last straw for our range — the appliance decided I was no longer allowed to cook and promptly locked the oven door. We couldn’t even plug it in without the timer beeping randomly throughout the night.

AND THEN. I needed to do some yardwork. I got a bit ambitious and pulled out the electric hedge trimmer. As I was examining my trimming work I might have touched the rotating trimmer blade with my finger…….cue a trip to the hospital and two very brave boys who did their best to help mommy by running to get ice packs and neighbors.

Happily, the dog is regaining his health, my husband fixed the oven, and a kind nurse stitched up my finger. Plus my sweet kindergartner graduated and received a citizenship award from his classmates.

So of course I’m assuming life is back to normal, and I’ve been trying to catch up on housework and family fun. But when I consider the past month, I’m reminded that life will never be normal. I can attempt to plan, but my heart and my day need room for Divine appointments, accidents, and whatever else comes my way.