I've been at home sick the past two days due to a 24 hour bug (I'm crossing my fingers that it was just a 24 hour thing... I've never been one to say I can predict the future). Today was by far the better of the 2 days, offering me time to do some much needed things and some not-that-needed things. But one thing I feel certain I did get a slight dose of was what it's like to be a stay-at-home-mom (SAHM, what those people refer to it as, I believe).
No. I do not have a child. No. I am not trying to have a child. No. I do not stay at home.
Yea. I have a sweet puppy. Yes. I would like to have kids at some point. Yes. If I could, I would love to hold the title of a SAHM.
Today, Huntley, my sweet 6 month old MaltiPoo (half Matisse half Poodle) gave me a glimpse of this lifestyle by:
-Looking at herself in my floor to head mirror, stratching it to see who that was she was looking at. (Much like a toddler would). But then went beyond the capabilites of any toddler and climbed behind the mirror where she proceeded to sit and hang out for awhile, perhaps forgetting about the mysterious 'twin' that earlier held her captive. When she left behind the mirror, this process happened again. Twice.
**I tried my darnest to capture this on camera. But alas, I had the wrong setting so the first shots were off focused and the few that I did get didn't do it justice. And needless to say, I can't even find the cord to my camera to show you the bit that I did capture. This blog will have pictures one day, promise. And that is more of a challenge to me than a promise to all you followers... Because there are SO many of you...
-Talking with her mouth full. Multiple times, just even within the past 10 minutes, she has had her teething bone in her mouth but tried to speak at the same time... It didn't turn out good for anyone invovled. Her bark sounded muffled and made me believe she was choking or about to throw up dinner, aka I was convinced I had given her my 24 hour bug.
-Potty Training! We use the Puppy Pads with her since I can't come home during the day and I live on the 3rd floor currently. But, recently, we have started putting her on the pad and saying "want a treat?! Go potty!". Sometimes it works brittantly. Sometimes she likes to show me how brillant I am not... You would think after 30 times of her running to me, jumping on my leg and then shortly peeing after I would catch on and take her to the Pad at first jump. I've learned that now. You would also think that I would put 2 and 2 together and know that my girl is kinda high maintenance and doesn't/WILL NOT pee on a Pad that has been used more than 2 times. I can understand that and appreciate that. I like her cleanliness and will honor it! Plus, that girl can pee her some BIG pee spots. You would wanna give her a new Pad too. Promise.
-Understanding Mom is sick. When I throwing up, she was by my side. Yes, she did jump back each time but that didn't keep her back. She stayed in bed with me ALL day, even though she had the opportunity to play at any chance; which is never gets to do because every other day the 2 dogs are locked in their perspective corners of the apartment. She gave me love (stopped when I pushed her off, knowing her limits), cuddle with me like she was getting paid for it and was on her best behavior! **This mostly happened yesterday when I spent the entirety of the day in my bed, unless I was cradling the great Porcelain god.
-Loving her in ways I don't normally. Like allowing her to chew/destroy a pair of my unmentionables she found because she has a weird obsession with it.. I don't put it too far past her though because my room mate's dog does the same thing. But I usually take them away from her as soon as I see it but today I didn't. I know she loves it, and it was an old pair I had literally just placed in a donation pile. (Plus, what her Ditty doesn't know won't hurt her...)
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