Toto, I Don't Think We're in Kansas Anymore!

Well hello again. Thanks for joining me. The last time we spent together I was trying to decide about whether or not we were going to get a dog. Well that decision was made and all I have to say now is....holy hell ya'll!!!! So we've added a new addition to our family in the form of our four-legged friend. Her name is Chiquita and she's a toy poodle. Caylee has found her long lost best friend and cartoon watching buddy, James has found his way out of town this week during puppy potty training, and I have found myself wanting to fix myself a drink.

I'm seriously having flash backs of our first deployment as a family of 3. Caylee was only 3 months old and I was a pseudo single parent while my husband went to fight for our country. James has only been gone 2 days, and I feel like I'm running around like a chicken with my head cut off. Between taking the dog out excessively to teach potty training, cleaning up the accidents when the dog decides that she doesn't want to go outside in the dark and/or rain to potty, everything that I have to do for Caylee, plus take care of everything here at home; I'm a woman on the edge. Not to mention that I haven't used the bathroom in like 6 hours. I haven't had a moment to myself. It's crazy.

Is this what having two children is like? If so, take me off of that list as this vintage body just can't hack it anymore. Day three should be much better as Caylee goes back to school tomorrow morning after a two week break. Have I ever mentioned how much I love it that she's in school now? Well at least for a few hours a day. Some say that preschool is just a glorified daycare. My thoughts on that after the last two weeks, I'll pay for that little piece of sanity. Does that make me a bad mom? I don't think so. It makes me a realistic mom.

So while James is attending class this week back in Port Hueneme, Caylee, Chiquita (the dog) and I are having lots of fun. Again ya'll....holy hell what has my life come to? Needless to say that I am eagerly awaiting James' return. He comes back just in time to go to puppy training classes next Saturday. That's a whole other topic. We started that last Saturday, and let me just say that I had the only dog out of 6 in the class that likes the smell and/or taste of listerine (an anti-bark method when used in a spray bottle form). You've got to be kidding me!!!!

Okay, wait a minute. STOP the presses! Let me back up a bit and explain. The dog is not a bad dog. In fact, she's pretty great, when she remembers to go outside to potty. She's definitely a lap dog and as lazy as I think a puppy gets. Great! That's one less thing I have to chase around during the day. She falls asleep laying on her back on your lap and will sleep there for hours, if you have the time. She's definitely a lap dog.

So things are not bad, they're just temporarily "out of order" at my house. All chaos shall come to a close soon. As I do with every deployment, I do the best I can and move on. So here I am...moving on! Adios until next time everyone!