Worst Mom Ever
You guys, my kids hate me! Well, the girls did for about 5 minutes. Andrew continues to hate me on occasion (for this particular incident). There are times when my kids “hate” me and I think to myself, “HA! Good job, Mom!” I’m Mom. I’m not trying to be their best friend. If they “hate” me at times, I think I’m doing it right! This particular occasion, I actually felt bad. Was I doing the right thing? The kids, especially Andrew, were genuinely upset. I even had my husband somewhat against me………ugh
Extra Stress
You all know we have a few a lot of children around the house. We also have had 2 dogs. At one point, we had 3 (and I was a VERY grumpy mommy)! We’ve been trucking along with just the 2 dogs (Our Great Dane went to Heaven) for a little over a year now. At first, the stress level came down; however, as Dax has continued to grow and become an extremely active little boy, the stress level reached an all time high. I could not keep up! I made an executive decision. The big dog had to go!
They (husband included) were mad at me. WHY?!?! We love Gunner! You can’t just abandon the dog! He’s part of the family! You don’t love Gunner. You wouldn’t do this to him if you loved him. He will miss us. Bella will be sad. I snuggle with him every morning……. on and on and on……. I put it off. FINE! You all win! We can keep the dog. I’ll just deal with it. That’s what moms do, right? Just deal with the mess….
That lasted a few months…..I couldn’t “just deal” anymore. So, without telling my family, I put out a plea for someone to give our sweet boy a good home. I didn’t want to get the family upset if no one was interested. Well, there was interest….I had to tell them.
They were not happy with me. I think my husband gave me the cold shoulder for a day or so before he realized that if he wanted a happier wife, this was best. The kids were in denial. They didn’t believe it was really going to happen. And then the day came……..
Tears and Guilt
It was time for our sweet boy to meet his new family. It was a good match. I knew the family and was comfortable giving him away. I was cautioned by many to charge a “re-home” fee to avoid a bad home. Because I knew where he was going, this was not needed. It was a great fit! A huge yard with a pond, lots of kiddos to love him, and another dog to play with!
The guilt kicked in as my kids were trying to say goodbye. The hugs and tears….. oh, my heart was breaking. Had I made the right decision? Maybe I should have “just dealt with it”….
Peace
I’m happy. I’m calmer. The girls missed him for about 5 minutes. Andrew still says something about missing him every now and then. Overall, it was a wonderful decision. A hard one, but one I am at peace with….even if my family “hates” me for it.
