Sunday, October 22, 2006

I'm Such a Bad Doggie Mom

I have to confess, I'm a horrible doggie mom. My poor dog, Hope...I've been neglectful with her time-wise this weekend. I had the school rummage sale on Saturday and I had to be at school at 7 a.m. (earlier than usual). I was up at 5:30 out the door by 6:15 (so I could get tacos). I didn't get home until after 4. I had 5:30 Mass and then I was home for about 15 minutes before I went to the movies with my friend, D. I got home close to 11 and of course, I went to bed. Then this morning, I was up early again to eat breakfast with my friends, Valorie, her hubby Jack and their baby, Gabrielle and D. I didn't get home until 10 and then what did I do? Sleep until 1. Then I went with my mom, sister and niece to get her some clothes and then to dinner and didn't get home until almost 7. So now I am finally at home. Instead of our usual 1.2 mi walk/jog, I decided to just run around the block with her. Poor Hope. I would chew my sofa pillows too out of frustration. Right now she is laying on the landing looking at me with her soulful brown eyes. Even though it's dark and cool, I'm going to go out and play some fetch with her for a bit. I know it doesn't make up for not being home, but I hope, it will help her with her excessive energy. Next weekend, I'm going to the Renaissance Festival with my best friend and her husband and his friend in Plantersville, near Houston. I'm going to have my parents check in on her. My dad LOVES my dog and he'll give her lots of love. I'll be leaving early and coming home late but I plan on staying home with her on Sunday. So, what's the point of this blog? Is it just my confession to free my conscience? Maybe a little bit. But, it is helping me realize that the life I'm currently leading is going to be changing in the near future. You know, I'm actually excited about not having to be responsible for Student Council next year. It's fun, but it takes a lot of time and hard work.

I'm also a bad daughter. If my mother or father is reading this blog, I'm sorry for being so impatient. My mom, bless her heart, isn't the most savvy with technology. But she tries. She calls me up a bit ago asking me about an attachment and how to work it. For all of you visual and kinestetic learners, you can understand my frustration. She's asking questions and because I'm not there, it's hard for me to troubleshoot and walk her through. When I finally understand what she needs, she unfortunately doesn't have the background knowledge (let me throw in a good ol educational word, schema) to accomplish the task. Now, she only lives a half a mile away and I could have gone over there, but I was in the middle of getting my squares done for my GWCA group quilt (sorry, I'm a bit late on it!) finished and doing laundry and I was in my pjs. I told her that I'd go over tomorrow and fix it for her. I feel a bit guilty for being a bit snappy and not as helpful as I should be. The lesson I learned is that I need to stop, breathe, take it one step at a time and breathe again before I speak. Breathe in and breathe out. I think I can do that. I'm sorry Mom!


Donna said...

I'm tired after just reading your blog entry! The wonderful thing about dogs is they love you anyway.
I sure miss mine! Five months down for both of us today!

Waiting for Grace said...

You are so right Donna! 5 months Yippee!