No, really. It is!
Last night, John told me about these dogs he’d seen on a Facebook page of a pit bull rescue a bit north of us. He’s been stalking the page (hi, Deb!) for weeks now. I had just finished scooping the litter boxes, and I said, “What if a new dog doesn’t leave the litter boxes alone?” Where would we put them? Would we invest in more gates? Or rearrange?
And then we both had this moment because… wow… our life is actually pretty easy right now.
Sure, there’s toddlerhood and parenting stuff, the cats and pup, the house and chores, volunteering, civic responsibilities, etc. etc. etc., and there are hard moments in all of that. But like… life is pretty easy right now.
Next week, I go to my CT scan and oncology appointments, and it’s year six. That means instead of quarterly, I can now go annually. Huge time saver, sure, but also a mental load off. And, just thinking through these past six years, we dealt with cancer nonstop: mine for a while, Emmett’s, Lucas’, Emmett’s again. Meanwhile, we added two cats to the mix. And the long journey of adopting Violet. And moving–thrice.
And now?
Life is quiet. (“Quiet” as a relative phrase when you live with Cooper and a toddler who loves the sound of loud.)
We have routines in place. The days flow.
I used to have so many stories to tell. Reactive dog training with Lucas. Therapy dog work with Emmett. All nutty things Cooper. Integrating cats and dogs. Volunteering at the shelter and the shot clinic.
I do have so many more stories to tell. It’s just different. I need to tell you about Cooper’s “calm down” protocol and his recent food intolerance test (holy moly… eye opening). I need to tell you about Ripley’s escapades and Violet’s budding crazy-cat-lady proclivities.
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I also have a couple big rant posts up my sleeve. It’s been a while since I stepped up onto my soapbox. I miss it that soapbox of mine. 🙂 It was so hard, though, to get anything done this past summer. For one thing, I was CRAZY burnt out after the year-long spiral of BlogPaws dismantling. For another thing? Violet!
I just needed to get some childcare, y’all!
Not even joking: When BlogPaws ended, Violet became mobile, and it was impossible to get anything–literally anything–done as she careened around the world trying to kill herself. She started preschool a few weeks ago, and now I have two days a week (three every other week!) to work. To write. To spruce up this site and to launch a couple new projects.
All that to say…
This is the first time in SIX YEARS where life just flows. We’ve got it (mostly) under control. Things are pretty easy.
Which, I’m sure, means something big is about to change–a new pet, perhaps; a sibling adoption, maybe; a move, heck, we were just talking about how it would be nice to live in a townhouse; something.
Who knows. But, for now, I’m enjoying this moment immensely!
Everything’s fine!
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Enjoy this “easy” time now, you know the old saying, that change is the only constant. Wishing you all the best for your ct scan and appointment. Violet is adorable! A new pet my be fun, huh?
So, so true! We are enjoying this moment, that’s for sure. And thanks for the good wishes. I’m sure it’ll be fine, but I also like putting these tests behind me!
You’ve piqued my curiosity. 🙂
Mine too! HA! We’re not sure what’s up next, but we’re both feeling that restlessness… Stay tuned. 😉
They really are the cutest…
Maybe a move back to Bloomington???
You know what’s weird… I had a dream about that! But it was a weird dream where there were people living in our house, and we were like, “Can you guys move out?” And they said no, so we didn’t have anywhere to live. I don’t know. #stressdreams
I totally feel you on this post. BIG time. I had my Baby Brezza up for sale on the FB market. Some lady messaged me about it a few weeks ago and I about lost my sh&t. I couldn’t even imagine someone else using the life saving device that made formula for a year in the middle of the night. This coming from me who would pack up all the clothes and baby stuff and ship it out to the thrift store the minute it was too little. I even started having regrets about doing that. WHY? All that to say why has the baby bug come to bite me? I swore NO more. One and done! Things are just going so smoothly here too. I can’t even imagine the newborn phase, the sleepless nights, the crying. OMG the lack of sleep. What if the next was a total demon? I need help!!! lol.
Sooo… did you sell it???? Are you having another baby? Do we need to put this on our agenda for our next call?? 🙂