Sigh. Been “off” for a few days this week. Neck is sore (but, better today, whew). Almost have the finances all done. In a funk, nonetheless. A bit depressed, I think? Don’t really want to do anything. Watch anything. Go anywhere. I rarely get like that.
Part of it, for sure, is that I’m a little bit at the mercy of Joy’s bladder. I’ve made this bed myself, to be honest: I take her out whenever she tells me she wants to go out rather than setting a strict time in the morning and just deal with the consequences. I don’t know how viable an option that is, but going in, I kind of assumed that if I set a rough schedule, she’d get used to it and be trained when I get up. It hasn’t worked that way, yet, especially with the time change a month ago. She hasn’t been able to adjust to the hour difference, and it’s thrown her morning pee schedule into flux: she woke me up at 5:45 two nights ago…this morning it was 6:15. Tomorrow it could be 6:45. That’s made it really, really hard to get a consistent night’s sleep, and—even more importantly for me and my morning routine—a reliable time to get up every day and get a start on things. I didn’t realize till this week how much it’s affecting me. I might just have to put some pee pads down and deal with it. I don’t know. I really really don’t want to train her to go potty inside. I think I’m still going to hold out hope she’ll adjust to the time change, keep my alarm set for 6:30, and just live with the randomness in the meantime. Sigh.
On the plus side, she does let me know when she needs to go pee. She doesn’t just do it inside. She hasn’t had an accident in a very long time. SUPER long time. So that’s good. She’s a year old, now. She should be good to go potty training-wise soon. She’s grown so much, it’s wild…
Night night.