Been a little tired lately. Having thoughts to write stuff but nothing is fitting, so I'll wait. On the other hand, I did buy my 1st Jason Mraz cd last Saturday. I know, I'm such a band wagoneer (and a late one at that), however very happy to be. I've been listening to one song at a time on "We Sing, We Dance, We Steal Things" and for the past couple of days I've been stuck on "A Beautiful Mess", so pretty. Kinda reminds me of a Cinderella love story where people are ball room dancing in fancy duds & big frilly dresses.

"To everything there is a season, and a time
to every purpose under heaven."
Ecclesiastes 3:1

I consistently, without fail, type the word Blooger into the Google search bar instead of Blogger, every stinkin' time I stop by to write a new blog. No idea why. I did it just now before signing in!

Anyway.

Last night at dusk, I was sitting in the front yard and just so happened to look down at my feet. Guess what I saw? Another 4 leaf clover. I then found 6 more, all in a time span of about 5 minutes. Here's the first one still in the ground, right before I picked it.

And I unknowingly gave a friend 10 fake four leaf clovers as a gift a couple of months ago. I wasn't aware there was such a thing as fake & real clover until I read about it after the fact, of course. I was so bummed to find out what I had done. So now, I'm trying to re-collect them for him. I'm about there.

The elephant in the room: an important and obvious topic, which everyone present is aware of, but which isn't discussed, as such discussion is considered to be uncomfortable.

And before moving any further, please allow me the honor of properly addressing my ex-husband's presence here. Yes dear, I know you're reading this. It's okay. Really. You, your family, friends, girlfriends, co-workers, whoever, are welcome to visit my blog anytime and read me. By all means, I encourage it. And I promise, with all my heart, never to embarrass you or say anything out of line. Ever. Cuz we is kin. Woot woot! :)

Back to Jack, what a sweet rabbit he was. Yesterday was tough for me, folks. I've never had to dig a hole in the ground to bury a pet, not once. It was a first for sure. My dad offered to help me, but I declined. He hasn't been feeling well, so I didn't want him to feel any worse (we have a lot of that red clay in Tennessee, the not so soft & supple dirt for digging). Then I forgot to put on gloves so naturally my hands are now blistered and sore from using the shovel. I don't know, I just forgot the gloves.

However, I am very thankful night before last, when I found Jack dead, my son handled the situation in a totally appropriate manner for someone his age. He was with me and saw everything. As a parent, well for me at least, I often wonder what my kid is gonna do in any given "traumatic" situation he has yet to experience. I was worried when he saw Jack laying there in his pen. But he did well. I'm proud of him.

I'd say he went through the steps of the grieving process full circle, a good 2 or 3 times. First he would cry, then ask me why, then hug his stuffed animal rabbit "Jack" really hard and say "I'm gonna miss you, Jack". Then it was "Jack's gonna be okay mom because you're going to take care of him, right?". Then he would revert back to crying some more, in between asking me when we could get another pet. He told me he wanted a lizard next because, "Mom, lizards are a lot like dinosaurs you know." Then back to crying again, so on and so forth. I cried with him too, believe me. Then it was time for bed and we said a prayer that he would have good dreams and not bad and he fell asleep without any problem.

Throughout the night I listened carefully for a nightmare or cry of some sort. I am a light sleeper and hear most everything, but never did hear a peep from him. Then in the morning (yesterday) he woke me up and was quite happy in telling me he remembered having a good dream that he was a flying dinosaur (yes I know, dinosaurs on the BRAIN). At that very moment, I knew he was good with things, or would be at least. Then I had to get up and dig the hole in the ground because it was too late the night before...

All in all, I think everything turned out okay. So far, at least. I'm sure and am prepared for more "moments" and questions at which point I will try my best to answer him truthfully and completely. I am sad about the situation, please don't get the idea I am discounting the death of our family pet in talking about all of this. But when you are a parent, you learn to move on emotionally (sometimes quickly) with certain things in life, just to be the stronger person for the child. The way it should be.

And no, we are not getting a new pet anytime soon. I told my son we would need to wait for a while.

(I'll miss you Jack)

My little rabbit died today, sad way to start out a blog I know. Not sure what happened to him. He was fine when I'd left the house earlier. He was jumping and hopping around as usual. But as soon as I pulled into the driveway tonight, I noticed he wasn't moving around in his pen. He was being very still, so I knew.

Makes me sad. I'm sitting here trying to figure out what could've happened. It wasn't too hot out, so that's not it. And normally when it is, I bring him indoors because I know rabbits have a very hard time dealing with heat. I know that his litter needed changing out (he was litter trained, which was very nice) but that can't be it. He had plenty of food and fresh water. I did notice he hadn't eaten all of his Romaine lettuce from earlier, which he normally would scarf down. So maybe he just wasn't feeling well. Maybe he had furballs, rabbits can't throw up like cats. Or maybe he got stung by a wasp or something. I don't know. Guess I'll never know.

I don't fare too well knowing someone's been in distress and I wasn't there to help, let alone a little animal that can't tell you what's wrong. I don't even like to squish bugs, not even the bugs I really don't like.

And I'm frustrated because I tried to link up my mobile phone to my blog just now and apparently didn't do it right. Which is the exact reason why I don't have a twitter account linked to my facebook account link to my flickr account linked to this blog here. To be honest, I really don't know or care how to do all that stuff, just ends up giving me a headache.

Now to explain this day (minus the last part) to my little one. Oh the perks of parenthood.