Day 8 - Morale is Ebbing

This is Matt again.  I am putting out a day 8 update to detail the continued decline of the Sebby Household.

Food:  Max is still the only one eating twice a day.  The fish are going through an imposed diet, because, honestly, fat fish are disgusting.  I am eating approximately once a day, but never at home, which means that I still have 10 frozen pizzas to last me for the next two weeks.

Morale:  The morale of the crew has declined slowly, but steadily.  There have been some incredible successes, but they have been tempered by several setbacks.  Donuts and Jimmie Johns have been used to help combat the decline, but it is still noticeable.

Successes:  I have been able to repair our washing machine (just in time too, as I was out of pants).  The lid sensor had malfunctioned so that the machine would stop at least once per wash and require a thump to restart.  I have also cut and placed a new piece of door frame to replace one ravaged by wild beasts.  The dishes have been done (and with no new cooking, have remained done) and the pile of clean laundry is being erected (can you erect a pile?).  Finally, I have been able to sleep through the night without ghost hands touching me (Aurelia's hands get COLD at night).

Setbacks:  I have had to work nine straight days without any time off.  Approximately three of these days have been twelve hour plus days.  This has led to Max going completely apeshit whenever he sees me.  He then remains apeshit crazy for about an hour.  Apeshit includes spinning, hopping, barking, peeing, climbing into my pants, shaking things, barking, and peeing (I know I put those twice, but he does them a lot).  I have also been subjected to the tragedy of having my favorite jeans destroyed.  This is a pair of pants that has been around longer than my kids and I don't own another pair that fits as well or as comfortably.

I miss the hugs.  I miss the yelling.  I miss waking up to Aurelia's feet being tucked beneath my chin for warmth because she is sleeping in our bed upside-down.  I miss playing ball with TJ (not fetch, though sometimes it is the same process).  I miss sharing my day with Jamie.