Let’s get a puppy, I said. It’ll be fun, I said. It’ll be great for Nick, I said.
Here I am, 4 am, sitting out the back of my house blogging, because I’ve been awake since 3 am because of the PUPPY!
There is not enough coffee in the world for this. I had long forgotten what it felt like to be sleep deprived. I have one child, he’s six. And although recently he’s been waking EVERY NIGHT and coming in to our bed again, for the most part I have been a very sleep-privileged parent in recent years.
I must confess. I have no idea what it is like or what it means to have a puppy. I knew I had NO idea what we were getting ourselves in to. And is there ever more of a time for regret than 4 am? A few hours sleep and I know I’d feel differently. But I don’t know when I’m going to get that sleep.
After crying and scratching at the laundry door for 30 minutes, she went quiet. Finally, I thought, we can all go back to sleep. Fifteen minutes later it started again.
“Maybe she needs to poo?” I told my husband, who had taken her out at 2:30, she poo’d and ate a bit of food. Then she wanted to play so he put her back in the laundry. “Your turn,” he said.
And here I am. She thinks it’s play time. She wants lots of cuddles and kisses. Hmmmm, where do I remember this scenario from?
And I’m wondering whose idea was it to get this puppy? And now that we have her…what do we do with her!?
I would love to hear your puppy tips! Toilet training, leaving them home alone, best toys to get, what to blog about at 4 am!?!
Linking up (for the first time in a long time, sorry Kirsty!) for My Home Truths’ I Must Confess,
being hosted by Emma at 5 Degrees of Chaos this week.