Just when life slipped into a nice comfort zone, I go out and do something to completely disrupt the balance in my universe. I’m no longer transitioning into my divorced phase; it’s my new status quo. The kids are doing well and I’ve evolved my work-life balance into a good spot. I have an amazing girlfriend who I absolutely adore and I’ve fortunately taken some fun trips this year.
So then I get sucked in by a local dog rescue Facebook page and two weeks ago brought home a spunky little golden retriever/terrier mix who we named Reggie. No more spontaneous happy hours after work. No more sleeping in on the weekends. Quick trips to the driving range or gym are replaced by visits to the dog park. Alone time when the kids are at their Mom’s house are now spent with a shadow following my every move. Oh, and the weather’s been brutal…so much for nice evening walks through the neighborhood.
Those who know me are aware I rarely make spontaneous decisions and this was no exception. I’ve wanted for years to have a dog as the kids grow up. The kids have been asking to have a dog at least weekly for the past year. And while I enjoyed the extra free time that comes with a divorced/shared-parenting schedule, I’m happy to ‘ground’ myself around a puppy’s needs.