The dog should be coming home with us on Friday. I'm happy and excited and nervous. Bringing home a retired greyhound is different from bringing home other dogs and involves a lot of reading. You can have a glimpse, if you like.
And then today the pottery place called to say that someone dropped the class and they have an opening, but now I don't want to take it any more. It's too much. Getting this dog is enough. When I didn't get into the class, I decided to get the dog. I'm much more interested in walking him and training him than taking pottery now. With the responsibilities of helping the dog adjust, I can't picture myself going during open studio time. I feel awful that I don't want to take the class any more, but alas I don't. Am I crazy? I feel crazy.
T and I have picked a name for the dog, but sometimes I think I like it and sometimes I don't. We wanted a name that was related to his racing name. This is (indirectly) related. I liked it a lot at first, but I'm having second thoughts.
We're also getting the stairs carpeted, and I need to do some sanding/cleaning/painting before they do that. I bought the stuff and got goaded into buying some ridiculously expensive paint that I'm now afraid to use.
And we need to dig up the front yard. I did some digging this past weekend, but it's very difficult and takes a long time.
How do people have energy to do things? I just don't get it. And I really don't get how, after working all day, people can come home and be a parent. I'm so cranky right now I could spit.
Oh, and I was walking around the office and the pregnant lady came out of an office and my former boss who I was walking with started talking about the baby (who though yet unborn she already called by name) and my boss started rubbing this woman's belly and they started talking about a baby pool for when the baby is going to be born and I did not know how to extricate myself. I was standing there freaking out, wanting to bolt but wanting to make an excuse. I tried to smile and say, "See ya!" and walk off and I think that's what I did, but I'm not sure. I can't even remember how it ended because I was so panicked.
PMS sucks.
I wish I could feel confident in t
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Congrats on the dog! Situations like the one you described are tough. It's hard to back out of conversations of all sorts, but especially those that you just really don't want to be a part of. But you just have to find a way out, and it sounds like you found a way!
I was thinking of you when I was in the pet store today with my friend. There were two retired grey hounds and they were so LOVELY! I'm so excited for you about Friday.
p.s. I always run off in akward situations and blame my bladder.
Oh congratulations on the doggy! Greyhounds are certainly special, but I bet they will be well worth the extra effort. They are such sweet creatures.
Sorry you have been so cranky and low on patience and energy lately. I'm there with you. I have a little more energy, but when I sit down... it all just disappears.
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