Matilda

We recently got a puppy. Recently as in last Sunday. It was my idea (and one day it will prove to be a good one, I just know it!) but for now, it's as if I have another child, one that I didn't have 9 months to prepare for. She's eight weeks old, which makes my 1.5 yo seem like a breeze. In fact, I can trust my baby more right now then I can the dog. Which makes for a looooooong day, when your toddler seems like a big kid. My husband keeps telling me, "remember, you wanted this" which means I can NEVER complain about any of this to him. I'll be damned if he's going to know that this past week was harder for me than the weeks postpartum. No way - he's going to think it's all been a funhouse. And if I seem to go to bed a bit earlier every night, it's only because this rainy weather makes me tired. It is absolutely not because the dog's 4 a.m. wake up call is making me regret that I ever uttered the word "pet". So, here comes the weekend and with it: fake smiling and so much patience that I can barely stand myself. Wish me luck and wish Matilda an urge to urinate OUTdoors.