January 27, 2019 | 11:00am – We have to say good-bye……to our beloved feline Milhouse. When he was vomiting on something or screaming in my ear at 4am, I would quietly say to myself “I love you, but there will never be another.”
February 4, 2019 | 9:30am – My husband turns his laptop to me to share a picture: two cats my two youngest peoples are already coveting: an orange one for the Weasel Baby; a black and white one for T-Man. They are sibling cats. I quietly decline. It’s been only a week but I have another plan. WB definitely has another plan.
March 1, 2019 | 5:15am – Husband and I are out for my birthday having great wine, listening to amazing open mic singers but eating a Jambalaya that’s making me sad it’s so bad. We discuss pets. I make the scary declaration: I want a dog. My husband, an anti-dog person for as long as I have known him, is actually considering. He will have rules. Many rules. But OK.
March 2, 2019 | 6:35pm – The rules are being laid out. It involves a lot of “I do nothing”. WB and I nod in agreement.
March 3, 2019 | 7:19 am – This apparently was a horrible a plan. My husband is trying to back track out. The 12 year old is crying. I remind him he promised this was a go as we listened to the 83 year old woman belt out “Bad Moon Rising” at the open mic. He fakes memory loss.
March 3, 2019 | 8:30am – OK. He’s back. Dog it is. But not till after our summer vacation. Agreed.
April 2019 | Time Unknown – My SIL and BIL declare they are going to be parents. This will be my kid’s first cousin, my first go as being an official aunt and not this weird woman who demands you call her auntie. We are all thrilled.
August 22, 2019 | 3:33pm – We are on vacation. I am relaxed, but also stressed. My work hours have just doubled and I have been offered casual work as well. The idea of a dog a feels impossible. I tell WB. He is devastated. I promise him under no uncertain terms that this time next year we will get a dog.
January 18, 2020 | 11am – I get a text. “Water broke. On the way to the hospital”. My husband is legit gleeful about the prospect of being an uncle. He asks me if I have updates from my SIL every hour. She is not born till 30 hours later. It is 30 moments of husband pestering. I’m too excited too to tell him to layoff.
January 20, 2020 | 11am – Even though we have agreed that no dog will be happening until the summer, I still send my husband dog pictures daily. He frequently hates everyone I send him. But I still send pics and do so this AM. Then I forget about it.
January 20, 2020 | 6:32pm – We’re almost done dinner. My husband blurts out, “That picture you sent me today. That little white and brown one is pretty cute. I would be OK if you got him.” I see my son’s face turn from shock to glee to near head explosion. Does my husband have baby fever that has turned to fur baby fever?
January 20, 2020 | 9:48pm – There are tears. Oh so many tears. My husband is backtracking quickly as he realizes how insane the next months are. My son and I argue that there truly is no perfect time in our household. It is always insane. There is no budging. We all go to bed emotionally drained.
January 21, 2020 | 9:48am – All the kids are in school. I have mentally drafted a conversation as to why we just need to jump and get this pup. I’ve even devised a schedule and routine that would mean she would be home alone minimally for the next while. He sees the argument. We agree to move forward.