Outcasts.
I used to think women sounded so mean and callous when they would talk about wanting to get rid of their pets when they were pregnant or after they had a baby. I heard lots of people say they started making their pets live outside or got rid of them completely. Now that Falco is here, I completely understand why those women felt the way they did because I feel the same. I wouldn’t really get rid of any of them, but Rosco, Miu, and Adelaide do nothing but get on my nerves at this point. I particularly hate all three of them today. This morning I came home from the grocery store and found Rosco chewing puzzle pieces that Miu had knocked off the coffee table and Adelaide had one of Falco’s pacifiers under the dining table. The pacifier hadn’t been chewed so I could just sterilize it, and I managed to halfway salvage the two puzzle pieces. This afternoon I found another of Falco’s pacifiers in Adelaide’s bed, chewed and ruined.
Less destructive but equally aggravating things they do are things like Miu yowling outside Falco’s door in the middle of the night while he is sleeping or Adelaide getting in Falco’s face right when he is having a crying fit or either dog asking to go outside when I have my hands full with the baby. I think Falco just takes so much care and attention that having three other beings also dependent on me is overwhelming and annoying. Luckily Matt has been mainly taking care of all of them, but now that he is back at work I am stuck with them all day.
I have to hope that this will get better as Falco gets older and I get more settled into motherhood. Maybe it won’t though. Maybe I’m just a coldhearted pet hater now. I guess I’ll have to wait and see.
