[Teresa Ford]

Part 7 Mommy Melt Down, March 22
I load the dishwasher and wait for the phone to ring. I walk through the house like I am looking for a lost something. And listen for the phone to ring. The (four) Yorkies follow me like paper clips drawn to a magnet. Each in their own way touching me and offering comfort. I try to watch TV but I am to distracted by the unheard ticking clock. Darn why doesn't the Vet's office call, Deb said she would. Finally I open my laptop and click onto Yorkie Talk. Ah... Now here is a problem I can help with. I get involved and absently reach for the phone when it rings. OMG the phone is ringing ! Or rather it is barking, the ring tone for the Vet is Yorkies barking ! I answer the phone, "Hello, Oh that is great. Yes, sure three o'clock." Hanging up the phone I shout, "Wahoo, Ruby is awake and doing fine !" The Yorkies bounce, dance and bark. DH comes out of the bathroom and says "Good news ?" I give him hug and repeat what Deb told me. "Well grab your shower and I'll take you to lunch, for your birthday. I nodded and said, "Good I'll wear my new blouse and the stretchy, I wish I was Skinny Jeans." We laughed. Amazing one short barking phone call and my little world is just fine. I hop into the shower and love the hot steamy spray. I sing completely off tune, "I feel blessed, blessed, blessed, it's my birthday, it's my birthday, la, la, la, doo daaaaaaaa." Abba yodeled along and Julia Rose played tug the towel off Mama. I turned on the blow dryer and they made a mass exit like the Hebrew people, leaving Egypt.