This morning I was having second thoughts about moving, mostly because of a dream I had in which I put a down payment on and purchased a house myself. While the thought of having a place to live is comforting beyond comparison, I had momentarily forgotten about all of the different “rules and regulations” that come along with sharing a common space. I do not watch TV anymore so I could care less what is on there, and we usually spend $30 or so on groceries to last us for the week, so fridge room is not a concern, but my main worry is about the dogs. I do not want them to have to feel like they are confined to one small area of the house, nor do I want them to be laying around outside in the dirt all day getting nasty.
We did take them over to the place last night so they could sniff it out and get acquainted with everything, and the visit went well. I need to stop being such a worry wort and just let things play out the way they will – this place is not going to be our home forever. In fact, it might be good to live with a small amount of frustration as it might cause me to leave the house more often and take the dogs on fun adventures while I work with my laptop and Franklin. And so what if the dogs have to be in my room all day, I basically sit next to them all day inside anyway as it is, its better than the alternative of having to give up the dogs to find a play to stay (this was actually never really an option, I am just throwing it out there).
I was already starting to feel a little better about our decision to move back into a roommate situation and then I saw the roach! Yesterday I saw one on the back porch, and today I saw one in the bathroom that is in between the house and the garage. I can only imagine that he must have traipsed in there from the outside while the garage door was open. I will spare you the details, but let’s just say I should have kept reading my magazine and not looked down – I was not exactly in a position to make a quick get away. So now I sit here writing this, turning my head around every few minutes just to see if I can spot the nasty beast sneaking into the house.
Butterfinger is still in bed, with the promise that he will come down and kill the rotten creature as soon as he wakes up, but by then it may be too late. I will just have to rely on the dogs to alert me if the disease-infested insect decides to come my way. So yeah, I am feeling a lot better about moving to the new place, as far as I know they are happily roach free and all the roommates seem to like dogs, which will make the transition at least a little easier. Bon Voyage Bugs.
(picture would be here, but I do not think anyone wants to see a picture of the icky bug)
