Between working 2 jobs and pet sitting, I don’t have much free time these days. It’s almost funny, since the entire reason I’m working so much is to be sure that I can afford the house I live in, and make my furbabies as happy as possible. Yet at the end of each work day, the last thing that I want to do is take my dog for a walk, or play with Burger’s favorite laser pointer toy. I just want to curl up in bed and go to sleep. Lather, rinse, repeat…that has been my day every day.
I’m lucky enough to have Sundays off of both jobs. But one day off is quickly becoming not enough. Today I slept until 12:30 (despite being in bed early last night), and I’ll be back in bed before 10 tonight so that I can be as refreshed as possible for another early morning and long day of work.
One day, I would absolutely love to find a way to turn my love of pet-sitting into a career. There is nothing that I can think of that would make me happier than that. Than waking up in the morning to happy wagging tails – having taking care of them be my sole task for the day. One can dream, right?
The holidays are quickly approaching. For me, it’s far from the “most wonderful time of the year”. Since my grandpa died 20 years ago, I have absolutely dreaded any sort of “family” holiday. My family is very small – now that I’m a “grand-orphan”, it’s just my parents, brother and I.
All I ever dreamed about growing up was having one of those movie-style Christmas’. You know the kind – where people fly in from all over the country, cram into a house that’s never large enough, and spend the entire day/week catching up with each other and getting that great family bonding time. The kind of reunion that in movies, everyone seems to hate. I’ve never understood that. Maybe it’s because of it that I’ve always felt so alone on the holidays. I’ve always tried to make up for it by volunteering to work Thanksgiving and Christmas, so that people who have families can spend time with them.
This is my first year celebrating Christmas with just my own little family. I’m sure that I’ll spend time with my parents on that day, but before that, Christmas morning will find me waking up with just Oreo and Burger. My little loves. Regardless of the depression that goes along with the holidays for me, one thing is certain. Santa will be very good to my furbabies this year. All of the hours spent working to earn extra cash will be worth for me to be able to spoil those two <3