It's been way too long friends!
I never intended to take this long of a blogging break. I was only going to take off the week of Spring Break....
Then, we got a puppy. Or, what I like to call "the end of my life as I once knew and loved it."
I'm back from my 2 week "pupternity leave."
I take the blame for the whole "great puppy debacle of 2015." I was just trying to be a good mom and wanted to get Baby Girl a pet. We have been pet free for almost 3 years and I think all kids should grow up with a pet. She absolutely loves dogs and her whole face lights up when she gets to pet one. She also begs me for a baby brother or sister all the time and while that's not going to happen, I can give her the next best thing...a dog. Or, so I thought....
Puppies are harder than newborn babies. If you've had both, then you know exactly what I'm talking about. I grew up on a farm with tons of dogs but I never had to housebreak one. I was a kid and they were indoor/outdoor pets and I just had no stinking clue what I was getting myself into.
Uno, our 9 week old Havanese puppy, on the day we brought him home.
This sweet little fur bundle of joy has stolen my freedom, my sanity, and my cleanliness. He's a 5 pound snuggling, chewing, peeing, pooping machine. Sometimes he sleeps too. His tiny little bladder lasts for 30 minutes max. We're living outside in the heat, humidity, and rain. (My hair is rebelling.) He immediately became attached to me and never leaves my side. He completely freaks out when I leave him in his crate and has major separation anxiety. It's getting better, but for the first week and a half, he freaked out and peed and pooped all over his crate every time he had to go in it. Mr. BMJ and I had a few "we may have to find him another home" discussions.
Mornings are the craziest. No more sleeping in for me. We have to get up and let him out before he starts barking which is by 6:30 at the latest. Then, I have to sit on the floor and play with him to help get his energy out. I have about 5 minutes to get myself ready in the mornings, so if you see me in public, don't judge!
I embarrassingly had a nervous breakdown in a store last week. I ran into two school mamas that I know and proceeded to cry so hard while I was telling them about the puppy that I had to leave. Ugh. I'm calling it postpartum depression.
Baby Girl is starving for attention. It has totally backfired and has done the opposite of what I was intending. I have to give the puppy the majority of my attention and energy and he's too young to be a good companion for her. So basically now, she's more alone than ever. Perfect. Just perfect.
I'm so stinking tired from getting up at the crack of dawn, not napping (because he'll scream in the crate the whole time), and chasing him around all day long. I fall asleep every night on the couch during our important TV shows just like I did when I was pregnant. I'm quite the party animal.
I know it will get better with time. He is really cute and sweet and is catching on to potty training. I'm sure I'll look back on this one day and wish I would have enjoyed his puppyhood more.
He's at my feet, quietly chewing on a toy so I'm going to enjoy this quiet moment and make myself a hot tea (and do some stress snacking). Talk soon!
p.s. Why do I drink Baby Mama Juice? Because another offer on our house fell through the weekend we got the puppy. At this point, I'm not sure if we'll ever sell.