It was full of anxiety, isolation, boredom, stress, trauma, and lots and lots of wine. And purging my closet and buying too much because I was tired of wearing the same sweatpants three days in a row.
So much has been happening – between the election (which is still going on!), to more COVID cases increasing everyday, and just trying to manage daily life…it’s been stressful. I feel like these past few months have robbed us of a lot of joy, and we need as much as we can get.
While you try and try to stay at home, as much as possible, and only go out for essential errands, it’s often not enough for our mental health. We need to get out of our four walls and get some fresh air!
So, after much discussion, we decided we needed a change of scenery for a few days. And, after doing a lot of research and weighing in the options, our best (and safest option) was to rent an AirBnB for a few days. We made sure of a few factors for planning our trip…
‘m going to be honest with you. The last two weeks have been incredibly stressful, energy sucking, and full of anxiety. Everyday the number of cases go higher and higher, making it increasingly clear that seeing family or friends, whether local or out of state, is nearly impossible.
I am not going to sit here and pretend like I know what black people are going through, or the things they endure almost daily just because their skin color is different from mine.
Well, Gant, it’s your birthday today. You are SIX years old. Thank god it’s your birthday, because otherwise I wouldn’t know what day it is. Taken in 2014. This will always be my favorite photo. This birthday, for you, is like any other. You don’t even know it is your birthday. You also have no idea that we are in quarantine. Every morning, you stretch your tiny body, crawl out of the layers of blankets, and then decide to lay back down because it’s 9:30 am and it’s too early to greet the day. It’s 9:30 am. It’s too early. Each day you get to enjoy doing what you love – chasing squirrels (or trying to) and then looking up at the tree to see where they went, gobbling up your favorite treat – the “bone bone”, alerting us every time the delivery truck arrives, and running around with a…
It’s another day. My alarm blares in my ear, like clockwork, every morning at 8:30 am. I swipe it away and put my arm around my dog, who inevitably licks my face, jumps from the bed and makes my husband take him out, as I pretend I am still asleep.
Hello there. I’m Gant. You know that already. Anyway, my mom decided I should “pull my weight around here” and “write for her blog”. Doesn’t she know I have paws? I can’t write! I can lick them, but can’t type for anything.
When you get a puppy, it’s like a new beginning. The chance to mold their personalities, train them how you want them to behave, and establish them as your furry family member. From the moment we brought Gant to our home to 6 years later, we showered him with affection, took him to training classes, bought him endless toys, and tried to earn his love with unlimited treats. At this point, we know his personality: his likes, dislikes, quirks, and daily habits. If you give him a pretzel, he only licks the salt off, then spits out the uneaten pretzel. What kind of monster does that? Or, during the night, he’ll be sleeping under the comforter in our bed, and then hours later come up for air, panting, and laying down on my pillow, all while spreading his paws and poking me in the back and practically kicking me out…