Forever

That's right.  Forever is how long it's been since my last post, well, at least it feels that way.  Norman has officially taken over my life in a 80% good way and 20% bad way.  See, I knew what I was getting into.  I have had puppies before, but they were never my sole responsibility, they were my parents...I was just there to help.  I knew they loved to bite, jump, pee, play, eat, etc., but I never knew how taxing it could be on one person!

Matt has been out of town this week.  And of course, the first week I have Norman alone, I decide to have multiple meltdowns.  I'm not talking a tear here and there, I'm talking sobbing, convulsing meltdowns!  What did I get myself into?  My clothes have holes in them from the puppy teeth, my floor has been cleaned 30+ times because Norman has been difficult to housetrain and I have to come home for lunch every day to let him out.  Yes, he's a baby and yes, he's the love of my life, but as I recall from my good friend Lauren's post back in May, yes, I still want to kill him sometimes.  I have NO life.  I can hardly do laundry, I'm outside in the cold, wind and snow at all hours teaching him to go potty outside, not in and I'm constantly tired from waking up early and going to bed late.

Everyone warned me that taking care of a puppy is hard and that it will eventually get better.  I'm desperately looking forward to those days where I don't have to worry that he will have an accident or chew through a couch.  It's a learning process, and I'm definitely the student here.

Sorry for the vent, but I needed to post and that is the only thing I knew to talk about right now.  Now it's off to let Norman out!  Here's hoping he didn't pee in his crate again...