Life (and Lexapro): Day 7.

I didn't really get anything done yesterday. I had intentions of getting things done, and I made my list and everything. But I took a nap instead.

I only slept for an hour for two reasons: 1.) That's how long I planned to sleep and my alarm was going off and 2.) my husband called to say the pest control service was on the way to the house. Why do they always swing by when the house is exceptionally filthy?

I dragged myself out of bed and answered the door ("I haven't felt well, lately, and I'm on a medication that makes me sleepy"). He asked if he should come back later. "No, the house is a mess but that isn't really different than usual."

The rest of the afternoon was just a waste. We interviewed a babysitter, and watched tv, and I looked for puppies. When husband went to men's group I fed the baby and gave her a bath, then put her to bed and kept watching tv until he came home. We talked about puppies in bed.

This morning I felt about the same as previous mornings. I got up, showered, got dressed, got the baby dressed and fed, and we drove to a well-baby visit. She got three shots and is still sleeping, poor little thing.

When I got her into bed I started called breeders (I'd narrowed it down to two); the first one was really helpful and talked my ear off about puppies and the South and everything else. She called them "babies" at all times, and it was adorable. The second spoke with my husband last night and I clarified a few things this afternoon.

I decided to go with the second, because my husband really preferred the markings on his puppy and he matched the price of the first; other than price (and markings) they were practically identical. I'm going to pay for her today or tomorrow, and she'll be shipped to us sometime in the next few weeks.

Even though I've been searching for one for a long time, and even though that's sort of what got me into this whole mess in the first place, I'm not sure I'm making the right decision.

I don't know if I have the energy for a puppy. I'm going to have to keep the house REALLY clean; I've gotten spoiled to the dog I have, I guess, and a puppy will be a rude awakening. My dog doesn't chew up baby toys or bottle; he eats food off the counter, if you turn your back, but we've adjusted to that. The puppy will never be big enough to eat food from the counter, so I suppose we'll adjust to her just the same way.

I'm hoping that she'll give me a jump-start: I'll have to clean because she'll eat things, otherwise. I'll have to go outside and walk because she needs it. And I'll have a better reason for going to the doggie class, because she won't know anything.

It sounds perfect on paper, doesn't it?

I do feel a little ambitious, so I'm going to go right now and clean the guest bathroom.