I mentioned "Other Traumas" in the most recent post title, but didn't elaborate. I started the new job today and, while it wasn't traumatic, it was a little nerve-wracking. Not the job at all; that's fine; but the being absent...
For the first month we had her, Kate was visited M-F by a babysitter who took both dog and puppy out into the backyard to potty and play (in Kate's world, far more play than potty took place). It wasn't what I consider ideal for a 9-wk old pup, but it was as close to it as I could get; and Kate's baby-sitter loved baby dogs and left me long notes about what the girls did during their outing, and I don't mean sticks and wees.
Then the bottom fell out of my professional world and it didn't matter whether Kate or Dally went out at noon or not because they were spending most of their time outside anyway. And it could have been worse, so I didn't quibble. Or at least I tried not to quibble loudly.
So now I'm back at work; Kate is a year old and potty-trained; and we're back on a first-name basis with our vets, which reminds me that I need to call the referral vets for an appt about Dally's heart murmur. But you take my point, I'm sure. To everything there is a season; the final seven months of 2007 and the first two months of 2008 were my season to stay home and let the dogs out, if nothing more. And it's a good thing I go back to work this week, because that's when my DC unemployment runs out.