I’m ready for March. SO OVER February. I want spring, and green, sweet smelling, grass to mow, and garden dirt under my fingernails.
Last year's first almost red grape tomato.
Its not quite March, but I’m ready still. 3 weeks from today is the first day of spring. It can not come fast enough for me this year. I flipped over all the calendars the other day, rushing the month, rushing the season. I want to open the windows and turn off the furnace.
I want to go back to work. I miss the dogs, I miss the people who live with the dogs. I miss the challenges.
I have plenty of challenges. Being a single parent just was never a consideration for me. Who woulda thought? Not me.
I have to work my schedule around them and their needs. They have to come first. Of course. Naturally.
But part of being the best mom I can be for them, means taking care of me, too. And what makes me happy, what has always made me happy, is my dog-work.
Try chasing us around a while! We'll either keep you young or make you old....and tired!
I’m changing the message on my voice mail this morning. Back to work. If you are expecting a call from me – expect it mid-week. Or call me again.
This morning – I’m ready. I do expect my enthusiasm and determination to ebb and flow, but. One step. Every day.
Our new kitty!
Come on, March!
Life goes on. I KNOW it does. I’m just not ready for it to yet. I have about 8 phone calls to return for work and more than several emails. I hope people will be patient. I have to work – I have kids to feed. And I want to. I have the best job in the world. I love my job.
We are all about hibernating. And cuddling.
I just feel the need to hibernate for a while. Or something. My feelings alternate between so totally overwhelmed to the point of wanting to shriek; to being completely at loose ends, standing in the middle of the room wondering what the heck I can possibly think of to do. For the next few minutes or the rest of my life. It either doesn’t seem real – he’s just in the next room – will be home soon! Or grief batters me and my brain understands what my body and heart refuse to accept.
I’m trying to act as if. I go to the calls I’ve set up. And once I’m there, I’m okay. We do good. People are pleased. Dogs learn.
I work with my little boarding dog. She’s gone from nuttso crazyo to much calmer. Coming, listening, peeing outside. All good things.
I can function. And I will. More consistently. Soon.
2 weeks ago today my life was what passes for normal in this world. Who woulda thought??
Day after Christmas here.
House is trashed.
Kids are happy.
An empty box? Now that's what I'm talking about!
I’m exhausted. Must have been a successful holiday.
For now, its onward and upward. My dog training business is making a new turn. I’ve been taking classes, working with challenging dogs, and their sometimes as equally challenging owners! - and learning all I can. This is not changing. I’m taking another series of classes and a teaching seminar in January.
See what she does to me? WHY? Just...Why?
The big change is where I’m training. Your house or place of business. Where the issues are. Where you need your dog to behave.
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