This past week and a half has been horrendous. HORR-EN-DOUS.
My daughter has decided it would be a great idea to not sleep anymore. Every night I have probably gotten three hours of sleep tops. And that is all added up together. I would probably be fine if it was a three hour stretch but nope! Three. hours. total.
Today I feel like I am at my breaking point. I literally just sat and
cried sobbed over a torn Minnie Mouse head that I am making for her birthday. Something I can easily remake but it broke me. I am so. tired.
To add to all of this, one of my dogs decided to turn psycho again. He used to be pretty psychotic when he was a puppy. Tearing up base boards in our home, digging at dry wall… it was a mess. He, like most dogs, broke out of that stage and was pretty good.
Well last week while I was getting Lacey in the car, I heard the dogs jumping on the door. Our garage door is in our laundry room and then there is a sliding door to close off the laundry room which we usually close. I figured the sliding door slid open and they were just jumping at the garage door. Nothing particularly new. WELL…. while finishing up with Lacey, I heard jingling of dog tags. I look down and my dog opened the freaking door. I have known he knew how to open doors outward but this door has to be opened inward. I was flabbergasted. I assumed maybe I didn’t latch it well. Well after screaming bloody murder and running down the street chasing after the dogs, I finally tricked them into jumping into my car. After getting them inside the house I made sure the door was secure. I made sure all doors were secure. Off we went to mom group. Well with my amazing luck I realized I left all of Lacey’s party invitations at home and I had to pass them out that day. Turn around, open the garage, and bolting out are my dogs. He opened the damn door again. UGH. I get them in again and lock ALL DOORS. Well that little incident sent him into a psychotic mess again. Each time we have leave the house, something bad happens. He has pulled down all of my clothes in my closet that he can reach, he has dug and ruined some plaster by the laundry room, scratched and tore up our sliding door to the laundry room, scratched up our french doors, and chewed up and ruined the blinds in our spare bedroom. I promise you, we close doors and make sure everything is closed off. NOTHING STOPS HIM. Putting him in his old kennel doesn’t do anything either. He gets out… I swear this dog is Harry Houdini reincarnated. No sleep and this bull**** that I have to deal with has made me break down every day.
I already have a long list of to-do items before Lacey’s birthday but it is a thousand times longer now because of my a-hole dog.
I honestly don’t know what to do. I am in such a funk and am struggling. I tried napping a couple of days ago to see if that helped. It made me feel a thousand times worse because I need a long stretch of sleep.
I seriously hope this is a phase of hers that ends soon. I don’t know how much more I can take before I just shut down completely.
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