At The End of the Day
I’ve never lusted for bedtime so much in my entire life as I have the past three weeks. Well, that may not be true. I have, but I’ve forgotten. I’ve remembered again, because we have a new puppy, and this one is so much different then my 16 month old dog. The thing is, the problem isn’t the puppy. It’s my family. Or maybe it’s me.
When we got the older dog, COVID-19 wasn’t a thing yet…or at least we just didn’t quite know about it yet. We got her the day after Thanksgiving in 2019, had a three day weekend to get her briefly acquainted with us and her new home, and then come Monday (or maybe it was Tuesday because my husband was on his “long” weekend for work) she had to go in her crate, because I had work out of the home, as did my husband, and my kids had to go to school. And yes, and I know there are some, or many, that say crating your pets is cruel, but I have huskies, and it is a requirement for our situation.
Talvi, the older dog, took to her crate like a den. Day and night. The new pup, Arlo, is however, not a fan of it during the day time. Or maybe he is just not a fan of when I leave his field of vision, because when that happens, he screams. Not howls, screams. He’s formed an attachment to me and while that may seem so sweet, it’s incredibly infuriating.
But I digress, this is not a blog about my dogs. I may discuss my dogs, and every other thing in my life, but it is not blatantly about anything, except me maybe. Are almost mid-life crises a thing? Because most days it seems as though I’m there. My husband has been telling me I’ve been taking on too much, but if I don’t take the important things on, who will? He won’t, and partially can’t because of his work schedule, and my kids cannot either. So who else?
Well this went every which way it possibly could. But at the end of the day, everything does. Doesn’t it?
