Monday, May 29, 2017

This Is One Of Those Times When I Wish I Had More Dog Mom Connections

It took almost a month to prepare for the Annual Spring Festival and Craft show. During that time, I got a behind on a lot of stuff. Blog columns. Creating homemade dog treat recipes. Updating and adding new pages on both blogs. Social media. Adding Willa to the "Our Crazy Family" blog page. My to-do lists got longer and longer and longer. I had PostIt Notes plastering my desk, the kitchen counter, and the kitchen table. Our dry erase board, than hangs in the kitchen by the back door, was filled.

I'm catching up. Slowly. 

My goal is to be back on track and have everything caught up within the next couple of weeks. Originally, the goal was by June 1st, but that's not going to happen. I didn't realize how far behind I actually was until I began the process of tackling the to-do lists and reminders.

I hate it when that happens.

We've got a busy week a head of us, including the next couple of weekends, but after that, I need to hunker down. Focus. Work my ass off. Get back on track.

Sometimes, it's hard. And, for reasons I can't "let out of the bag" right now, it might get a little harder in the next week or so.


One of the positive aspects of preparing for the event we participated in on May 20th was that I learned I can do anything I set my mind to.

I kinda knew this already, but every once in a while I need a reminder. 

Lisa and I worked hard. We worked together. We got stuff done.

Sure, other stuff was put on the back burner for a bit, but we're not jumping back on the event train. This time around, we made an exception. Our next event will be in December.



This is one of those times when I wish I had more Dog Mom connections.

Because, it's times like this when I feel like a failure.

I know I'm not.

I feel like I am.

I read dozens of Facebook updates day after day after day posted by Moms of human kids. Their struggles. Trials and tribulations. Their level of exhaustion. What they could get to in a day's time versus what they couldn't get to. The housework that got done. The housework that didn't get done. The dirty dishes in the sink. The kitchen floor that didn't get mopped.

That's where I am.

And, I've tried reaching out. Contributing to the conversation.

However, our kids are "dogs." Not humans.

There are too many lines.

Sometimes, I feel alone.

But, I trudge through.



We've got this....

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