So I've been a little MIA lately, and things have been super cray cray over here. H and I decided to start looking for a condo in Chicago after finally deciding to put down some roots here, so I have been on zillow approximately 20 hours a day, so alas, no time for knotting.
This is a stressful week for me- work stress, hours of studying a day for my licensure exam, and we're leaving for a DC/NYC trip on Friday afternoon. Anyway, my mom called on Sunday to let me know that they are planning on putting our dog to sleep this week. Tomorrow afternoon. It's been something they've been considering for a while, but now it's time. He is a toy poodle, 16 years old. He's lived a fantastic life barking at passersby and playing with the neighbor cat. He's old and tired and hurting, but it's just killing me.
And I can't be there because of the distance and leaving to go out of town and not having any more vacation time I can free up. I'm just heartbroken. This week is just so intense and busy and now this on top of everything. My darling hubby is fantasy drafting tonight and I'm just sitting here while he's doing that trying to drink myself into feeling better.
I'd love any support you guys have- but no puppy gifs please. :-( I haven't really talked to anyone about this in my real life other than my family and H. I just need someone to whine and cry to. Whine.... Cry...Insert all of the drinks into my mouth.
Etf: typos. Maybe I *am* drunk