In the last two weeks, I’ve dog sat twice. Once to Odin, my son’s puppy, while they went on vacation for 5 days. Odin is a little Beagle who is soft and cuddly.
And, once for Larue, my daughter’s one-year old, for 4 days. Larue is a rescue who is the sweetest non-dominant demeanor dog I’ve met.
Odin had psychotic puppy energy that frankly, Buddy wasn’t going to put up with. This made for a long 5 days. This and the fact he isn’t potty trained yet. (Which reminds me – call ZeroRez Carpet Cleaning)
Larue and Buddy played and played which was so fun. Larue being the non-dominant dog she is, pees whenever she gets excited. She gets excited a lot.
I dog sat twice, but it only takes one dog sitting favor, to remind me why I have only one dog.
Every three weeks I watch my daughter’s two children, ages 7 and 3. The older a helpful, smart girl and the younger the most energetic boy you have ever seen. I love seeing them and we have a special relationship that has developed because I can see them regularly. My daughter is a nurse so has to work every third weekend; and my son-in-law is a barber so weekends are his best money making days.
The kids come Friday right after I get home from work, and stay until late afternoon on Saturday. I am exhausted by the time they leave and my place is usually a pit.
[Here they are dancing to Ju Ju on the Beat.]
Exhausted mainly because I catch up on the work-week’s sleep on Saturday, so that gets delayed a day. My place is a pit, because I let them have as much fun as they can and I am not cleaning while they are here.
I have another two grandsons in town – three years old and almost a year – but I don’t get to babysit them regularly. It’s sad too, because they are carbon copies of my son. My son would love to have me in their life more, but I don’t think my daughter-in-law trusts me to watch them. I try to devote as much time to them as I can by having them over to eat at my place with Dad and/or Mom.
Wait. I’m not done yet. I have one more grandson who lives a couple states away and we get to see regularly and at length when he does come to his dad’s. [Content for another post.]
I have the tendency to center my life around my kids and grand kids so much, I don’t have time to do things I like to do. Can anyone relate? This seemed OK when I was a mom, but now that my days are numbered, I’m starting to wonder if it isn’t me just copping out. Hmmmm??? Thoughts?