So we got a dog. A puppy. Because life wasn’t chaotic enough with my full time job and two young kids. Whose idea was this?!
Mine, of course. There haven’t been many years in my life where I haven’t had a dog. Since meeting my husband, we went from having three large black dogs that we dubbed the Black Dog Club, and over the years, the club dwindled down to our dear Shadow, who passed in December.
It just felt a bit lonely, and the kids really wanted a dog. I truly think it is good for kids to grow up with a dog. So, the negotiating began between me and JB… First was the negotiation of the breed of dog, on which we had very differing opinions, except when it came to his suggestion of a Rottweiler. When I met JB, he had an awesome Rottweiler named Heidi, and I fell in love with that dog. She died when my daughter was a baby.
Anyway, last week, we finally decided to get a 5 month old Rottweiler puppy. Of course, then the negotiations on names began. JB was adamant he wanted to name her Elsa, and I wanted to name her Bella, so we compromised after about 48 hours of stand-offs and named her Ella Bella.
The first week, she was super well behaved and we were concerned at how calm she was. Ha! She has now made herself at home, and the chaos has ensued. Potty training a dog with kids in the house is just awesome… Like when my son locks her in his room or mine and then she messes in there. This morning, even though she had peed and pooped outside, as I was getting ready, the dog peed and pooped upstairs with the kids.
She loves to eat my daughter’s toys. She loves to chew on long, flowing dresses as you walk by, which is the dress of choice for my daughter, so this has caused many tears.
Last night, I had a neighbor come visit. A neighbor who never had kids, but loves them. I was a bit embarrassed at her seeing the reality of my life right now… That I fed the kids while unloading groceries, and made dinner for myself, but every time I tried to sit down to eat it, someone needed something from me, or the dog got into something, etc. I swear I sat down to eat my dinner about five times and was interrupted before I could actually sit and consume it. I tried to have a conversation with this dear neighbor as my daughter attempted to do homework (needing tons of help) and my son was, well being a 3 year old boy with tantrums and demands slung into the midst of our conversation. Add to that the dog jumping on the furniture and running around with toys, and I swear I couldn’t finish a single thought without being interrupted and having to go intervene in some… SITUATION.
I am literally exhausted. A few weeks ago, I started to wonder is something wrong with me? Why am I exhausted all the time? But then the voice of reason kicks in, and I remind myself how much is on my plate. It is everything I ever wanted, and I know I will look back and miss these years when they pass, but having two young kids and a full time job and volunteering at school and in the community and trying to keep in shape and cook healthy meals… It is a lot. I think back to my days in college where my only responsibility was myself, and laugh at how I thought I was busy then. Almost every day this week, I have fallen asleep while tucking a kid into their bed, and I then stumble down to my own bed, just to start it all over the next morning.
I wouldn’t trade it for a thing. I love having my plate full. I just wish I could clone myself! Here is a picture of my full plate… How did I ever get so lucky?!