It’s been a long day. You will probably hear me say that a lot over the next few of months. The first few months with a new puppy are often exhausting, in the same way, the first 20 years raising children is exhausting.
A few weeks back, we had a heavy wet snow that pulled one of our neighbor’s branches down and sent is spearing through my roof and ceiling. Today, I had my roof replaced, which meant that every time I took the puppy out to relieve, there were grand distractions all around. Now, if you’ve ever potty trained a child or a pup, you know that, on a good day, 50 percent of the work is in catching them at the right time and the other 50 percent is spent cleaning up accidents. So, there is a lot of clock-watching, and predicting and, well, exhaustion because you really can’t let your guard down when you are trying potty train a little one. Timing, as they say, is everything.
I tried to sit down and write a few times today, in between potty trips and playtime and feedings. I waited for naptime to really crack down and knock something out. My attempts proved futile each time. I found myself stressing, watching the clock, and worrying about whether or not this would be the day that broke my writing streak. My 5 day, NaBloPoMo 2017 streak.
The clock is a fickle mistress. We all live by her in one way or another, watching the minutes tick away, wishing for more time to use for _____________ (fill in the blank.) Many of us were given an “extra hour” over the weekend. I’d guess the vast majority used it for sleep unless, of course, you have a small child or a pet. Neither can read time and neither cares about time. They just keep going.
Today, despite my fatigue, I told myself, one way or another, I would get a post up. I told myself to stop watching the clock and to just keep going. And, so I did.