Somehow, introducing myself on this web page seems like the most daunting task that I'll encounter today. In the back of my brain, where reality and common sense exist in harmony, I know this is not the case. I'm sure I'll have a nervous breakdown when the beagle, Lucy, approaches the baby, Libby. I know... I should have thought about the names with a little more foresight. More on the dog vs. baby thing later.
If you're a mother I'm sure I don't even have to explain why I sometimes feel so frazzled that it makes sense I've forgotten to shower for a few days. It might make even more sense if you're a single parent. I didn't use to be. For 3 whole months my husband was here (in spirit?) helping (occassionally and on his own terms) with the baby. But, he decided that our marriage wasn't working (he wasn't faithful) and I agreed, with gusto, that we should end it on the year and a half of absolute misery note. I can only get so mad because we have a beautiful daughter that I have to share cause, you know, she is a result of his sperm and whatnot.
I'm currently a SAHM who moonlights at a highish end retailer of fine clothing (read: I get a good discount and it's all I can find right now). I'm looking for full time, gainful employment with absolutely no luck. Ah, Pittsburgh. A fine town for the unemployable. I'm really lucky that I get to spend so much time with Libby (the baby). It would be my preference to stay at home with her forever but being as there are bills and other needs to be met (food, Starbucks and the occassional jaunt to happy hour), I will need to go back to work. Unless, of course, I can find a way to win the lottery.
The dog Lucy. Hmm... how to even begin to explain her. Well, she's a beagle, demanding and defiant and headstrong. She has just decided that now that the baby can creep around, she doesn't like her. This means that, on occassion, she has snapped at said baby. We had a visit from a animal behaviorist yesterday (did you know they charge $70/hour?!). It went ok and she informed me that Lucy thinks she's the queen of the house. Yeah, I knew that. So, along with trying to keep up with the house (which is for sale) and the baby... I have to contend with retraining my dog to be obedient. Christ.
So, that's my life in a nutshell.
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I feel your pain! What with the blah-ish retail job and the looking for a better job and not being able to find anything, and with the semi-obedient dog... I can't fully understand the 'being a mom' thing, as my two high-maintenance little sisters have all but sworn me off of having children, but I will wish you the best of luck!
Have you ever seen The Dog Whisperer? I would love to hire Cesar Millan, but I imagine he would charge even more than your animal behaviorist did...
I have seen that show and, in fact, I have the book.
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