But it wasn't to be. As the news came flooding in each day, it became clear that relocating to a small town with limited resources two hours away from a major hospital might not be the best thing. And, I also didn't want to be met with neighbors carrying pitchforks. For good reason, local residents in beach towns are urging second home owners, as well as tourists, to stay away.
This realization hit me Saturday morning, and a cloud of depression overtook me. If we couldn't go to Cape Cod, what was there to look forward to?
Rash Decision #1- Get a Puppy
I know, I know. Getting a new dog should not be a rash decision. There should be extensive research on breed and breeders, and you should give it some time to really think it over. You should have family meetings about it and perhaps even seek out some expert advice on how it would affect your existing dog. (Yes, Cous Cous is still alive. Can you believe it???)
Around 10am on Saturday morning I began researching dogs, and by 1pm that day we had sent in a deposit. Our male labradoodle puppy, whom we hope to name Tater Tot (subject to the kids' approval), will come home with us on May 9 at the age of 8 weeks old.
I actually don't even know which one is ours. |
My husband was somewhat onboard. My kids were overall indifferent. After I pled with all of them that I needed this for my sanity, they acquiesced. And yes, I know how much work a puppy is, and yes I know he will be waking me up at night, and yes I know that this will just complicate my already (normally) hectic, chaotic life, BUT JUST LET ME MAKE A RASH DECISION AND BE EXCITED ABOUT IT.
I am so excited for this puppy. And having something to be excited for in the short term is huge right now. HUGE. I've been in a better mood ever since.
Rash Decision #2 - Order an Inflatable Hot Tub
The excitement about the puppy definitely brought some joy, but I still have to wait a whole 40 days for him. So yesterday, after receiving a picture from a college friend of mine of a similar purchase, I threw some money at the problem and ordered an inflatable hot tub. It's going to look like this:
It's ugly. SO SO ugly. And God knows how it works and how many rashes or infections we will acquire from it. BUT I DON'T CARE. I actually really want to put it in the front yard. Because how funny would that be? With all these people taking walks every night, and they walk past our house and there is this trashy inflatable hot tub in the front? And we can sit in it with cocktails and wave at the passerby and know that while they are quietly judging us, they are secretly jealous. Wouldn't you be?
Then my sister in law reminded me that it would probably be a liability in that someone could fall in and drown, with it not being fenced in and all. Damn. It will go in our fenced in backyard.
I'm not sure this will bring as much joy as the puppy, but it will be lower maintenance and arrives much sooner - this Thursday.
In these trying times, I'm a firm believer in relaxing your internal rules and expectations. Buy something ridiculous. Drink what you want. Eat all the brownies. Watch all the screens. Someday things will get back to normal. Until then, I'll have my new puppy and unsightly hot tub to get me through.
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