I give up. I'm tired of yelling "No!" Cassie, if you'd like to lick the dirty dishes as I'm loading the dishwasher, go for it.
Some days I don't have the energy to enforce the rules we've set for the dogs. Especially after I've chased a crawling baby through the house, consoled him when he cried, cooked dinner and made lunches for the next day.
Cassie and Greta can do what they like. They aren't getting the attention they need.
Last night my husband started petting Cassie and said, "When was the last time you got a good petting?" And I said, "Too long."
Some days it's much harder than I expected, being a good mother to Noah, a good wife to my husband and a good dog owner to Greta and Cassie. Some days I have to choose, and I rarely choose the dogs. And I feel guilty.
They are loved. They are fed. They are sheltered.
And some days, that has to be enough.
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