This picture was taken when Princess A was about 2 months old. She had bad reflux and would cry for hours. Usually I walked her in the park and that would soothe her but this time that did not work. After many failed attempts I put her in her swing and she finally stopped crying. When she stopped crying Freckles started crying. Maybe he was frazzled from Princess A being so upset?
He crawled into Princess A’s bouncy seat and I put it on vibrate and guess what he stopped crying too. I know I am crazy for doing this but it got them both to calm down and I was able to get some peace and quiet! After that night the bouncy seat became Freckles’. He sat in it when I was feeding Princess A and sulked in it when she was crying and we weren’t able to pay attention to him. Once she became mobile Princess A never tried to get into the bouncy seat even though she had no problem crawling into his dog bed. Go Figure!
Yesterday, I had to take Freckles to the vet because he had explosive diarrhea. This happens to him a lot and he gets really dehydrated. We end up having to rush him to the animal hospital and every time they always say that he has a sensitive stomach and possibly irritable bowel syndrome and this is just bound to happen from time to time. Despite what the vets have said we still keep trying different dog foods but nothing seems to work.
Anyway, the point of this post is not to gross you out but to share a revelation. Before I had Freckles and Princess A I loved to talk for hours with my friends and acquaintances. We talked about their problems, my problems, and everyone else’s problems. Now I barely have time to talk to my closest friends because I am literally dealing with a lot of poop from my baby and dog. Lately, I have noticed when people I am talking to start to talk in a negative bulls***y way I just walk away or stop talking to them whereas pre baby and dog me would have listened or tried to change their mind.
I was wondering what caused this change and then I was like, “Duh, it’s because I am too busy dealing with my family’s actual s*** I don’t have time to deal with other people’s s***!”
Have any of you experienced a change in the level of other people’s bulls*** you can handle after you have had kids or gone through another life change?