It Came Without Ribbons


"Sunshine cannot bleach the snow, Nor time unmake what poets know." Ralph Waldo Emerson

Today we woke up to snow laying thick on the desert sand. The local weathermen have been telling us this day was coming for over a week, and we've learned not to get our hopes high about getting snow in the Southwest desert. Levi, eagerly  pulls himself out from underneath the covers, pushes back my bedroom window curtain, with his eyes barly opening from a sound night of unconsciously kicking my ass in his sleep, to see our rock landscaped yard, covered in thick white snow!  (A sight a desert child rarely sees.).

    

My son didn't listen to my warning last night and drank that haunting third glass of water before bed, so all night long he was struggling to conquer his bladder's urge to purge. In that uncomfortable battle with his bladder, I was the unfortunate collateral damage leaving me with aches and pains throughout the day. Levi gave it a good fight though. He kicked and flung about all night, with me getting a nice head bunt around midnight, a knee to the kidneys around 3 a.m, and his left foot pressed up against the left side of my face the last 2 hours before waking up to his very own Christmas miracle of snow ball fights, snow man construction and making muddy snow angles.

Yes, I know, my son is too old to be sleeping with me, and under any other situation, he wouldn't be, but he has a sleep walking issue that results in him urinating in random trash cans all through the house. The kitchen trash, my sister's little trash can by her bed, ect... Last time I found him sitting on the arm of the kitchen chair about to fall over onto the Mexican tile, after I had locked our bedroom door to prevent him from leaving during the night to "leave his mark" all through the house. So until the sleep walking issue is resolved, and to make sure he's safe, and avoid emptying out trash cans full of kiddo pee every morning--he sleeps with me.  Also, when he sleeps, Levi's unusually angry, and tries to kick anybody's ass that gets in his way, so we try to not to mess with him after he's gone to sleep.  Plus, we've always had to share a room because we live with my mom and sister in a nice 3 bedroom house. I just didn't think we'd be doing it for 8 years, but it's the life of a single mom that is fortunate to have family there to help. We shared a bunk bed for awhile, which gave me a concussion every time I tried to roll over in my sleep, and I took the top bunk off, so now Levi and our little dog Einstein, sleeps next to me. 

               
Ah, he's cute, huh.  This is when we first got him a few months ago. He's what they call on Criminal Minds, a "stressor".  I swear this dog refuses to be potty trained. He was born on a farm, and wasn't accustomed to using a rock landscaping yard as a toliet.  It took him forever to realize our front yard wasn't a big bowl of dog food. Anyway, my mom thought he'd be a good addition to the family, and he has, but she also promised to help me with taking care of him, and that was a big fat lie!  See, I have OCD, and the thought of him urinating or pooping on the carpet drives me nuts. The smell is hard for me to handle.  If he's little pee pee hair is wet and he hasn't been humping his basketball toy or been outside to pee in awhile, then he's made a piss puddle somewhere in the house, and I'm on my hands and knees feeling around trying to find it.  I opt to just keep him off the floor most days.  I keep hoping, somehow, watching The Dog Whisperer guy, will help me have more "calm/assertive" energy to train him, but I'm still trying the Supernanny techniques after 4 years, and um, I'm starting to wonder if it's just a bunch of bullshit. 

So after getting Levi and myself bundled up and Einstein on the leash to stand patiently for ten minutes while he finds the perfect spot to pee, Levi and I had a little snow ball fight the hurt like hell, then he was off to the neighbors across the street for hot chocolate while I took pictures of the snow in the desert. 

I'll leave with a few of the pictures I took down the road.

Thanks for reading.

                                                                                                     
  Yucca Olivia Mistelle Maxell  Copyright 2009
 
                                                                
                                                                              
  Random FootprintsOlivia Mistelle Maxell Copyright 2009
  

   The Wall Olivia Mistelle Maxell Copyright 2009
 
                                                                    

  My Feet   Olivia Mistelle Maxell Copyright 2009
 
  "and the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons. It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled and puzzled "till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before.What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more." --Dr. Seuss

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