Good morning & happy Friday!
I’m lovin’ that there are so many other candy corn fans out there Will & I sat on the couch with the bag between us for about 10 minutes last night before he made the decision to hide it somewhere in the depths of my apartment. Is he a smart cookie or what?
This morning I was supposed to head over to my old office to help out with a Halloween party that they’re planning, but some things developed and Will wasn’t able to stop by and let Popcorn out during the day like we had planned. Knowing that my 12-week old pup would be cooped up in his tiny crate all day and that the job I would be doing at the office could easily be done by somebody else, I made the decision that it was best for me not to go in.
Call me crazy, but I feel like I’m responsible for a little bitty baby– I can’t even imagine leaving him all alone in his crate for 8 hours straight. Let alone the fact that he will poop and pee all over himself after a quarter of the time.
I’m very fortunate that my current schedule is ultra- flexible so it’s fairly easy for me to make frequent stops by the apartment to check on the pup. I realize that life happens and I can’t always be around for him, but I think there’s a difference between being clingy to a puppy and being careless with my responsibilities.
Major kudos to those of you who work full-time with new puppies at home! You guys are rock stars
Berries are going out of season and I’ve had some strawberries in my fridge for a few days now that just started to get the memo. Usually, I can make berries last an entire week or two, but these babies are already withering up on me.
Of course, they were sliced up into my ultra-red bowl of cereal this morning.
1/2 cup Whole-O’s, 1/2 cup gluten-free Rice Krispies, strawberries, blueberries, 1/2 banana (under there somewhere) and unsweetened almond milk.
Why is it that my cereal always screams patriotism?
A bit to think about: How do you make decisions when they involve conflicting responsibilities?