To be honest, I wasn't too fond of the idea of bringing home a puppy. I have enough on my hands. I think I might crack and be rushed off to the nut-house at any moment on any given day.
I'm nearly 36 (I think... when you're in my position you kinda forget), I have 3 children (all under 5 years old), I try to earn a living (from home while trying to wrangle the kids), and I do the good-old-homemaker-type-things.
My life is loud, messy, and full of chaos... and tantrums... and screaming... and oodles of laundry... and sippy cups...
Now, we have a puppy too. It's like adding a large abusive baby to the house. One that runs about, chews, chases, bites (playfully, but it still hurts), breaks things, whines, cries, barks, digs and pees here and there. More chaos.
But, honestly, when I think about it... it's not all that bad. Yes, there's more volume in the house, but with all the shrieks and screams now, what's a bit more? Are the kids fleeing in terror of the puppy, or just running from the one with the stick trying to play some game that involves hitting and poking? Is the poop on my shoe 'cause Iz pulled off her diaper or was it the puppy? Is that puddle in the playroom the puppy, Iz (again pulling off the diaper), or just part of the fun game called 'let's shake and throw sippy cups till they explode?' Is the mangled toy the puppy's fault, or just my kids? Really, I can't quite tell. It's all the same... just a little bit more.
Will the day come when more will be less?
A work in progress