Proof that I have lost my mind

No, I’m not pregnant again! Though that would be absolutely nuts for us, as I have no idea where we would fit another person in our tiny (by modern standards) house.

No, I lost my mind when a friend/coworker of mine (Christy of the pre- Lunge Forward beer indulgence) asked if we wanted a puppy and I said yes.

Who could say no to that face?!? I love how Ethan is checking her out through the window

We had always known we would get a dog eventually but we hadn’t really come up with a plan or a timeline. DB and I had actually said that God would put the right dog in our path when it was time.

So when Christy asked if we were interested in a puppy and she was apparently very sweet and reasonably calm tempered and it coincided with DB having almost 5 days off to spend home getting the puppy acclimated to our household… well, we took it as a sign that we were meant to have her.

And honestly, Lula (as the girls named her) is the right dog for us. God knows what He’s doing.

I won’t lie – the addition of yet another member to our household has made an already crowded house and an already hectic life even more so.

Pure chaos

We weren’t really sure how old Lula was until the vet came and he said she’s about 4 months old at this point. So there have been puppy issues to deal with, jumping and mouthing and middle of the night potty breaks. And I can tell you – I think puppies are waaaay harder than newborns. Way harder.

Practicing walking on a leash. Who knew it was an acquired skill?

But it’s actually been pretty great so far. For one, the girls adore her. There was a pretty steep learning curve until BIT in particular learned that waving her arms around and shrieking was not the best way to keep Lula from jumping and nipping. But once we got that semi-sorted out (she’s a puppy, so jumping and nipping will probably be an issue for quite awhile, though she’s catching on fairly well that no one actually likes that), things have been much more fun.

For another, Lula seems to understand instinctively that Itty Bitty is totally off limits for nipping and will only lick her and give her kisses. And if any of the girls mess with her ears or tail or tummy, she’s totally cool with it. We’ve actually been trying to make sure she stays comfortable with being handled and do a lot of petting and playing and holding and touching. She’s a very sweet, very tolerant girl.

She thinks she’s a lap dog

One of the hardest things we’ve had to deal with is that Lula is a digger and can wreak havoc on a garden bed if left unsupervised too long. So fencing off a section of the yard for her to call her own during the day is on our To Do list for this weekend. I don’t mind that she steals produce off the vine – she has a thing for eggplants but will eat anything from carrots to peppers to tomatoes – but it burns my butt when she tears up a whole bed of freshly seeded peas.

I love the BeerCats dearly and Ethan is still my baby, that super special pet you have once in a lifetime. But Lula has come in and filled a spot in our family that I didn’t even know was empty. I’m excited to watch her and the girls grow up together.

Just too cute

 

This Is Madness

The Littlest Brewster, BIT, and I are leaving today on a 10 day “adventure” that has me ever so slightly panicked. And quite possibly doubting my sanity.

Our first stop will be in Charlotte, where my dad is getting remarried. And then we’ll be heading down to Cherry Grove for our annual beach trip. Both of which sound like lovely reasons to have a trip.

However, when you add in the fact that the DreadBrewer has some crazy projects going on at work right now and may only be able to meet us in Charlotte for a day (and at most will be able to come to the beach for 3 days), leaving me in charge of the girls on my own, it gets a little hairier.

Double add in the fact that, if you count up all of the other siblings and nieces and nephews that are coming along for the ride, you’re looking at 9 adults and 10 children, (seven of them under the age of 3) and you may doubt my sanity as well.

Definitely madness.

But I bet we get some awesome stories out of it. Look for a recap of the adventure in       10 days or so, provided we all make it back in one piece.

Russian Roulette, BrewsterMama Style

I don’t know if it’s the pregnancy hormones or what, but lately the DreadBrewer has been suffering through my having some crazy mood swings. It’s sort of like Russian Roulette: on any given night will he get nice, loving BrewsterMama or mean, sarcastic BrewsterMama?

It seems to be worst in the evenings when he’s playing with the Littlest Brewster. Some nights, the scene unfolds like this:

Sometimes 1

But lately, more often than not, the scene instead unfolds like this:

Sometimes 2

(Those are flames coming out of my mouth, in case you couldn’t tell.)

I don’t know what it is, but sometimes I get so angry that DB has the sheer audacity to play with our daughter and (gasp!) that they are having fun right in front of me!!!!!!!!!       I mean, have you ever heard of such abominable behavior on the part of a husband and daughter? It’s downright appalling.

And it’s not always while I’m working on dinner. Heck, about 40-50% of the time, DB does the cooking. So I can’t blame lack of help in the kitchen.

I can completely lose my schmidt while I’m just sitting there and they start rough housing or playing chase or getting every single flaming toy out of the the toy box and scattering it around the living room so that I’m going to trip on it and break my neck or throw my back out because I’m going to have to be the one to pick the damn things up and couldn’t they be just a little more considerate because I am growing a person and damnit, I am tired?!?!?!

Crap! I did it again!

And it’s one of those things that, while I’m doing it, while I’m spouting the most vitriolic sarcasm I can come up with at my poor, long-suffering, and ever-loving husband, I know that I am being ridiculous. I know I’m being obnoxious and unreasonable. And I know that once the crazy passes, I am going to have to apologize and make it up to him ((wink wink. nudge nudge.)).

For the most part, DB accepts my recent mood swings as one of the more unfortunate side effects of my riding the baby train. I’ve always been a little mood swingy (if that’s even a word) so Lord knows all the hormones I’ve got roaming around now are going to make it worse. And this has always been a tough time of year for me anyway and it’s worse this year with the anniversary of Mom’s death rapidly approaching. So he’s fairly understanding and lets it roll off his back like water off a duck.

But I hate it. So I guess this post has two purposes. First, this is about as public a forum as I can get to apologize to DB and say sorry for being crazy incarnate some nights. And second to see if any of my other mama friends suffer from the same affliction and, if so, how they deal with it.

And Lord knows, please don’t tell me I need meds. I have been there, done that and I much prefer me now to me then. I’m not knocking medication; I think it’s a wonderful thing that is sadly under-utilized due to the stigma surrounding mental and emotional issues. I’m not depressed. I’m not manic. I’m simply a slightly frazzled, hormonal mama looking for some new ways to cope. So if you’ve got any suggestions (or just want to commiserate), spill the beans!