I had planned a chai tea recipe for this post…but that will have to wait.
Today my blog won’t have any advice.
I’m not going to motivate you or tell you what workout I did.
This post won’t contain any astounding epiphanies or fun facts.
Today…I am going to vent.
Because I need to. Because it’s just one of those days.
And I am going to write about it.
Kane came home…for 48 hours. And those 48 hours were great! We went on a coffee date, ate at our favorite breakfast spot, caught up on some tv shows, slept in, played with the dogs, talked about our future, laughed, cried, cuddled…you get the point. All was good. Then he had to leave. It’s okay…really. That’s his job and that’s our life. We knew it was only going to be a short break and we are incredibly thankful that we got those 48 hours together. So he leaves…and then Daisy throws up. Twice. I’m not mad at her…it isn’t her fault she can’t digest her food properly. Maybe she ate too quickly…or too much. Perhaps she drank too much water right after eating. I don’t know what it was but she just let it all out…right there in the hallway…in two neat piles for me to pick up. I am fairly used to cleaning up dog vomit. That comes with the territory when you own a bulldog. She’s pretty good about going to the door and letting me know she needs to go out to throw up…but sometimes I’m not standing right there watching her every move. Sometimes she just doesn’t make it outside. You are probably wondering why I’m spending so much time telling you about the digestive system of my husband’s dog. (I like to call her my husband’s dog when she does things like this). It’s really not about the vomit though. It’s about life. Life gives you lemons…(or dog puke) but really what are you going to do with those lemons? We have so many choices. I could sit in the hallway surrounded by my two innocent dogs and I could cry about the mess. Because no one else is going to come clean it up for me. I could call Kane and chew him out because his dog threw up in my hallway. I could punish the dog…how dare she throw up! She should definitely know better. Or I could do what I ended up doing. I could take a picture of it…send it to my husband and my best friend…tell them that “This is my life” and then get down on my hands and knees and scrub the heck outta that carpet. I made the choice to deal with it and move on. And by move on I mean sit at my computer and write a whole post about it. Jokes aside though, we are given choices every single day. Maybe your dog didn’t throw up on your carpet…but maybe you got a flat tire. Or you were late to work…you didn’t get the job you wanted…you argued with your spouse or children…you gained 5 pounds…you forgot to record your favorite tv show…anything could happen. It’s up to us to decide how to react. I am choosing happiness. I am choosing to remain calm and look at all of the positives. I have a dog that I love very much and that loves me. She is throwing up because she’s a bulldog…not because she is sick. She is healthy. I have the means to clean my carpet. It didn’t stain…the hallway isn’t ruined…oh and hey it gave me something to write about. I am really just rambling but when life gives you lemons..make lemonade! And then spike that damn lemonade with some vodka if you want. Because life goes on…and life is good! Don’t let it get you down.