Right. Still here.
Turns out I did get sick on Thursday (that’d be the 5th for those playing along at home) and spent the day on the couch. I’m still not really better per se, but it was nice to get the day of rest in, and that along with the 3-day weekend means I’ve made it through the following week relatively unscathed.
I’m still not sleeping well though.
I think that has less to do with me, and more to do with the fact that we’ve decided to start crating the dog at night.
I am going to be a horrible parent. I should reserve my spot on Nanny 911 now
Our issue with the animal is that she’s decided that she’d prefer to eat twice a day – once at 10:00pm and once at 2:00am. And she is a NOISY eater. Then, after crunching and slobbering her way through 4 cups of dry kibble, she needs to slurp at a gallon of water.
If she’s not eating her kibble at 2am, she’s either rummaging through the bathroom garbage, or trying to take up the lion’s share of the space on our bed. It’s got to stop.
So now, instead of random disturbance destruction in the middle of the night, we’re treated to scuttling and whining. The damn dog doesn’t like to be alone in the dark (remember, she’s afraid of EVERYTHING).
Logically I know she’s just being a giant pain and doing what she can to be let out to roam free (which she does during the day, except she uses the time to sleep on the couch instead of eating or drinking or being any sort of destructive). But my poor black little heart, it gets ALL EFFING TORN UP when I hear her pitiful cries because all she wants is to snuggle with her mommy and maybe just one night won’t hurt and maybe she’ll be good tomorrow and OH GOD WHAT HAVE I BECOME?
Not blogging, not sleeping.
I would feel guilty about the not blogging thing, but as you can see, all my guilt is currently being used up at the moment because I’m a horrible mother.