Thankfully, I did not come home to our couches torn to bits. However, Ziva is entering the demonic almost-8 months old stage...
Saturday, it was the toilet paper I just bought. Luckily, she only tore 4 of the 24 rolls before she got bored.
Yesterday, it was a water bottle someone had left out on the couch.
Tonight, though....tonight, Ziva Abigail Lyke truly surpassed herself.
but not just any book...
not one of my cheap-o paperbacks...
not an old notebook...
no no no...
She tore apart a library book. One that is not mine...one that someone else wanted to enjoy too...one that I am now going to have to explain to our librarian as to why it is no longer going to grace their shelves.
Unfortunately, because of the weather, Ziva has not been out for her runs today or yesterday, but just brief walks. So I suppose the energy has to go somewhere...I just wish it was on something that was MINE and not borrowed!
I'm having another lost couple of days. I don't know how to describe these days beyond lost...I keep busy, but my mind is somewhere else...my eyes are searching the horizons for answers...my heart is heavy with the memories and possibilities and hopes and the gentle ache that seems to be almost constant now.
These are the days where even though I know it's going to be OK, that life has a reason for all of this...these are the days where all I can do is put on foot in front of the other and keep pushing on because I know I have to. I keep moving on because it's all I know how to do. It's all I can do.
I don't know what else to do.
So I work out, so I study my ASVAB and Spanish, I play with Dammit-Ziva, I look into Army National Guard and Air Force Reserves, anything to keep me walking down this path.
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