Watch pots never boil!

I was so excited to get Spike's new pills today, that it never dawned on me to remember that just because something is mailed and gives you an expected delivery date, doesn't necessarily mean that it will in fact be delivered that day.  Needless to say, Spike's pills did not arrive today, and I was so bummed.  That means that while we are out grocery shopping and not home with Spike, the mailman will bring our package, ring the doorbell, and not only upset our poor unwell puppy, but scare him to death. I seem to have forgotten that the more you want something to happen, the less likely that it will when you want/need it.  Isn't that how it always goes? I'm the first to preach those words to my younger military wives, who sit anxiously watching their bank accounts for our next paycheck to auto deposit.  I don't know if it was the anxious hope that maybe these pills will make even a slight difference in how Spike feels, or that I am just plain exhausted to blame on me feeling like we were the exception to this rule.  Reality check accepted! I'll tell you as many of you who are parents already know, when you are exhausted from not sleeping, hours and days begin to all bleed together and it gets more and more difficult to know what day it is.  That my dear canine lovers, is where I sit writing this to you from.  The fact that my 38th birthday is just a week and a few days away doesn't help matters any.  But this isn't about me, it's about Spike.  And until he is better and not suffering or struggling so much, I will stay up with him, rubbing hus little head, and promising him that this nightmare will let go of him soon and he can go back to being a changed but happy puppy once more.  If I say that to myself enough, I'll believe that.  But things wont ever be the same for us will it? Yes blind dogs can go on to live happy and healthy lives, but they won't be the same as they have been for the last 8 1/2 years.  Somehow this is something we were meant to endure, to make us stronger as a family...to make us come together more so, as a family..to work together to solve a problem, as a family.  Maybe this tragic turn of events in our life is a means for pulling us together, as in the last few years, we honestly have grown up and more apart.  Life has a crazy way of keeping us on the edge, and teaching us lessons  and helping us to be better and more than we let ourselves be.  All I know is that we are still so far donation wise from where we have to be as the days tick down, and we are closer and closer to having to make a decision on what to do with spike's bad eye, and what best way there is to go about ensuring it never gets to his good eye.  That's all for now folks, I have a chapter of Psychology to read for class, and then I'm off to bed.