Sometimes ...
I have no will-power.
I try to be strong.
I try to make good choices.
I try to keep on track and not let the tiny details in life distract me from the big picture.
I'm not as strong as I used to be.
I'm pretty much the biggest push-over that ever existed.
I know ...
I was adamant!
I was certain!
I was determined to win this battle!
But ...
I'm a wimp.
A marshmallow.
A fluff ball.
A SUCKER!
I caved ...
His name is Remis (named after a werewolf character in Harry Potter. He looks frightening - doesn't he?).
It's not because everyone around me is smarter (okay - maybe they are a little smarter).
It's not because I've lost my mind (okay - maybe I've lost my mind).
It's not because I have no common sense (okay - I obviously have no common sense).
It's not because I can't stand my ground (okay - I've been on sinking sand for more years than I will admit to anyone).
It's not that I let myself become distracted by the tiny details in life and allowed them to blind me from the big picture ...
Okay ... I became just a little distracted.
The older girls named the pup Remis.Alexis: "What's the pup's name again?"
Me: "I don't know. I call him Penis."
Alexis: "Here Penis. Come on boy!"
I call the pup Penis. The older girls don't find this funny. It makes me feel just a little better to be sarcastic - makes me feel like I'm somehow less stupid for taking my eyes off the big picture!
*Mom throws shoulders back, holds head up high and hopes nobody notices that her body is curved like a noodle because she has no backbone*
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