Even though Tsunami is getting easier to handle, she’s still a handful. And because of the puppy rules in Hawaii, we are housebound. Meaning I haven’t left the house for more than two hours at a time in nearly three weeks. Instead of tackling my Life List or exploring the island, I’m working my way through every episode of Las Vegas, Cold Case Files, Law & Order, Law & Order: SVU, and Bones. And that’s just the shows on through noon. HGTV takes up the evenings.
Don’t worry, I see the irony here: the first thing I cross of my Life List is going to keep me from crossing anything else off for a really long time. Obviously I didn’t think through the puppy thing very carefully.
I’m feeling a little cabin fever lately. Trips to the grocery store are the highlight of my day and when Wes is home I look forward to not having to entertain her constantly. This weekend I woke up with Tsunami early both Saturday and Sunday. And by Sunday afternoon I was feeling bitter that I was always in charge of her. That I couldn’t get some peace for even an hour while someone else entertains her and feeds her and makes sure she gets outside to go to the bathroom instead of finding a tile that strikes her fancy.
I imagine this is what new mothers feel like. Sure the husband has to work, but they at least get away from the chaos that being a new parent brings (whether a puppy or a baby). Sure there is stress at Wes’ work, but at least he doesn’t have to clean up urine or make sure that his office-mates get to the bathroom every hour. He doesn’t have to lock them in a room and force them to cry themselves to sleep.
So I guess what I’m trying to say is this: I think it’s going to be a long time until we add kids to this house.