|Woof. I'm a dog. I can't actually talk.|
We didn't expect to still be renovating now, so this has added a whole new dimension of stress. Dealing with a housetraining puppy, building work, grumpy children (you can tell we're nearing a term break), mess, keeping puppy away from tools/plaster/wood flooring/assorted building supplies, oh god the perpetual dusty mess, my allergies going mental, and not sleeping due to barking nighttime puppy has driven me to the edge. I just want my house back. I want to be able to walk on all of my floors and not have random men in my house every single day. I want to have a day that doesn't involve mopping up wee.
I feel like we're just coming out of the new puppy fog now and we're all finding our feet again. We're got more of a routine down pat and (shhh touch wood) I think he's getting the hang of not piddling all over my new floor. I don't feel quite as stressed and in fact, I feel almost optimistic now. The renovations are coming to an end and the house really does look great - bare plaster walls, dangly wires, and all.
But look, cute puppy. Really, really cute puppy. And gosh, it's so very nice to have a dog in the house again.
|I am smiling because I have just spotted the next bit of floor I will use as my toilet.|