Whatever I Feel Like

Well, we’ve learned one thing as a family this week, having to watch my sister’s dog: we are definitely not ready for a dog in this house. At least not one that weighs 70 pounds by the time they are 7 months old anyway. This dog is a good dog, but he is just too much dog. I feel like I’m living out chapters of the book Marley and Me, but without as much love and affection for the dog. It’s like other people’s kids – you just don’t love them the same as your own. And I think that “parental” love is a crucial ingredient in the dog’s lifespan because right now I’m harboring fantasies of him running out the door and getting lost. Ha!

The funny thing is, I will start to fall for him because he is very adorable and I have such a soft spot for animals… and right about that time he will do something to remind me that having a dog really wouldn’t work for us today. Like everything else in life, I need to keep being reminded, I guess.

Six more days until he goes home…

For the longest time, I have always maintained that we would never get a maid. I figured if I couldn’t even keep my own house clean, then there was a problem. I abhor laziness, which is ironic since I am the queen of lazy at times. I guess that’s the whole – we only dislike traits that we see in ourselves – thing coming into play.

When we were in Vegas, our schedule was crazy. We’d have to be out the door early in the morning to attend business functions and then rush back to the room to change and get ready for dinner functions and then rush back again to change and get ready for the night time functions. We didn’t exactly have a lot of time to clean up after ourselves. But that didn’t matter because when we got back to the room, the maid had done that for us.

The constant coming and going and leaving behind a mess reminded me somewhat of how things can be at home at times, especially the past couple of months. And when we got back to a picked up room, I said to Rob, “You know… I wouldn’t mind having a maid at home.” He wasn’t sold on the idea at the time. However, we were home less than a day and he was uttering the same words.

I don’t know if we’re going to get a maid, but we are definitely a step closer in that direction than we ever were. It seems like people having maids is getting more commonplace these days, too. And that makes sense to me since we have so many families where both parents are working full time outside of the home. It would be nice to be able to spend our time off doing things together besides cleaning, laundry and the like. Then again, doing those mundane family tasks are what makes a family tick, too. It might not be fun doing those things, but at least we’re together doing them. I don’t know – I’m obviously still torn. Maybe I’m putting way too much thought into the issue. But in the meantime, I’ve got some housework to do.