Hi all…here is the first post for the everyday stuff. I felt like today was a day that had to be a bit off the cuff and more personal. Not that there is anything crazy going on, but just felt like the right kind of day for it.
Put on your seatbelts kids, it may be a bumpy ride, lol.
So, today I dropped our new puppy off for her first day of daycare. She is a mini-goldendoodle by the name of Daisy Maye. She was born May 1st, and we got her on July 16th of this year. She has been nothing but a dream and a blessing for our family. She is just weird enough to fit in with us, lol. Honestly, I could never have asked for a more well behaved adorable pup. My son who just turned 9, was in desperate need of a dog. Every kid needs a dog just like every dog needs their human, at least that’s what I believe. We recently read “Where the Red Fern Grows” and I think my son held that same passionate desire to have a dog of his own.
Anyway, long story short, I dropped her off at daycare today, I felt she needed it. Since my son returned to school, and my husband off to work each day, (I work from home) she has been so severely depressed. I know, this is just a new routine she will get used to, but it was painful to watch her each day. Not that this will become a regular thing, I mean, maybe it will, who knows. Once a week playdate might be a good thing. I don’t know. I just know she looked pitiful.
Not as pitiful however, as she looked when I left her there this morning. I mean you would have thought I was giving up my first and only born… forever. For both of us. Like literally, I had to fight back the tears driving home. Either I have lost my mind completely, which can be up for debate depending on the day, or this little gal has become the daughter I never had. I mean don’t get me wrong, if I had to choose between my beautiful boy and Daisy, he will always come first, lol. But seriously, it was like leaving my child with strangers.
It brought back all of these memories of dropping my son off at his first day of Toddler back when he was 2 1/2 years old. He was just too smart and I couldn’t give him the stimulation he deserved. He flourished. I hope she does too.
I guess deep down I know she will, but there is still this crazy-manic-over-protective-mother-mode that has kicked in and has me on pins and needles waiting for a “phone call”. I literally am counting down the hours until I can go first, pick up my child from school, second pick up our pup from daycare. IS THIS NORMAL? No, seriously, feel free to comment.
I am not new to owning dogs, or pets for that matter. I have grown up with them. It’s just, something was triggered today. I wasn’t expecting this. I wasn’t expecting to drop off our puppy at daycare and find myself at home, alone, realizing that it seems so long ago but simultaneously like yesterday that I dropped off my 2 year old, which spirals into the thoughts of how incredibly fast life is going and how much my son has grown up and has me pondering where the last 9 years went. How fast will the next 9 go?
It’s a dog. Am I crazy?