Sassy

You know that I must be turning into a fairly horrible person when I am narrowing my eyes, grinding my teeth, and shaking my bony little fist at my dog when she is asking for the following:
1. Water
2. Food
3. To go outside to pee

Wow. What a jerk am I. It’s just that the day is so busy and about the time I finally have the luxury of sinking into a chair, to pound away on the computer or bury my nose in a good book, that needy Snooch ruffs her commanding little bossy “RUFF!!” in the bathroom doorway, RIGHT outside the room where the baby slumbers quietly. At that point, all the ire within me that remains from the day’s frustrations wells up and gives her a whispered retort full of lots of flying spittle and gnashing of teeth. Would everyone just quit needing things and leave me alone already!!!!!!!

The problem is that the baby LOVES to get Chloe’s food and water, so it is often lifted up out of both of their reaches, so she has every right to inject some sass into her tone…but it still makes me want to send her packing. Sometimes I’m pretty sure I don’t have enough emotional energy left over for the Dog-Formerly-Known-As-Beloved. I still like her (sometimes), but sometimes she just feels like she’s more work than she’s is worth. Sigh. Poor Snooch. One day, Snoochie. One day when the babies are older and so are you, you’ll probably resume your happy little life as the gruffing head of the household. Until then…