I realize that since it's been pretty much three years to the week since I ripped off the dreamy "stay-at-home" bandaid and returned to work (after a three month leave) that I should get over the grieving. It's been a long grieving process, and I've spent a long time in the "anger" phase. I don't think that elusive husband, inheritance, or lottery win is going to come anytime soon so I might as well buck up and move on.
I am also going to move forward with ever expecting to really do more then make ends meet as a social worker.
I am also slowly moving forward with accepting that Lucy will be an only child. Ugggh. It's ok really, I feel like she has the next best thing with Morgan, Isaac, Nathan and Jacob. She also has "stepish" brothers Irmao, Wendim and Og living over there in Wisconsin. I mean she has 7 brothers that ultimately she could fall in love with and marry without it being gross or on the news or something. That's cool right?
So, since I have moved on with all of the above I think it's appropriate to award myself for all of the good mental health work. I have decided that this award must be a dog.
Auntie Jen and I have decided to go in together in the purchase and upkeep of a dog. We did a dry run to the humane society today. It was sure hard to walk out of there without a dog. We stayed strong.
I think a dog will keep me busy and satisfied for a couple years right? The dog will also be my first attempt at "co parenting" as I will be sharing responsibilities and everything with another adult. This will be an interesting little experiment.