July 29

The blasted dogs have been barking for the past 20 minutes, and now someone just came home and the half-wolves are howling. Oh, life in Arizona is going to seem so dull after living with 5 dogs and 9 people! And yet dull seems so appealing…We’ve seen Matt the past 3 days! And what a difference it makes! I know that he is working hard to make space for us, and I appreciate it greatly. Sometimes I’m amazed at how much he is able to balance; he is very good at being focused on the task at hand and not sweating the small stuff. I admire that about him.

Besides seeing Matt today, there isn’t much else to say about July 29th. I’ve decided that I’m no longer going to tolerate Sebastian’s nightly behavior (waking up 2-4 times, only to be comforted by nursing), so last night I set up camp in the hallway outside our room, prepared to let him cry it out. And cry he did, off and on for about 1 1/2 hours, and then he cried again at 4:30 and I was so delirious, and Dora was in desperate need of some sleep, so I fed him. I’m going to try it again tonight, and hope that I’m not so out of it tomorrow. I couldn’t get it together today: I swear that we went down for breakfast at 8:00, but when I started making French toast it was 8:40, and it really threw me off. We were going to go to the Farmer’s Market in Elizabethtown and then to Crown Point to go to the museum, but Sebastian wouldn’t take a nap, and even just making coffee was an ordeal. So the best we did was the playground in Westport. And we had pizza with Matt, and considering how tired I was today, I am pretty proud of even that.

It’s 9:00, and I’m already in my pajamas and I’ve got the bed set up again, so I feel like I’m starting tomorrow out right. Even though it is tonight…whatever. The #$%! dogs are barking AGAIN! Don’t they have anything better to do?