There is also a poignant side to many of Kristi's blog posts. She shares her perspective on what it's like to be a special needs mom, and these entries often leave me in awe of her courage and strength as a mother. She also features writers on her Our Land series, which she describes as, "a place where empathy and wonder rule."
I am proud to call this talented writer with such a beautiful heart my friend. Her post today had me laughing out loud after I read the very first few sentences!! She is discussing something that we tend to obsess about way too much in our home. I'm not going to tell you any more than that--you just have to read this post and see for yourself. Hilarious! Please be sure to check out the latest blog posts on her site and leave her some comment love while you're over there!
When My Dog Lost His Spot as #1
Before I was a mom, my good friend made a comment about the fact that her kids were more important than her dog was. It went something along the lines of “Well, yeah, but he’s just a dog.” Just a dog?!? This from the woman whose dog had been sleeping in her bed each night. Who took him through drive through’s because “he enjoys them.” I can’t remember the exact conversation, but “he’s just a dog” obviously meant that her dog was the lesser being, and no longer her #1 favorite. I was horrified and insulted on her dog’s behalf. Just because she had kids, her beloved mutt had become a second-class citizen? The injustice! I promised myself that I’d never adore my dog any less than I did at that moment.
Fast-forward a few years to the time that I became a mother myself. Which is when some of my views of my “my dog is my baby” began to shift. I’d even go so far as to say that my dog’s habits began to really piss me off. For example, what’s up with eating grass so that he can make himself puke (bulimia, anybody)?
Also, why, when he pukes, must it almost always be on the carpet? Hard wood and tiled floors dominate the two lower levels of our home, so for him to get it on the small rugs strewn about takes some serious effort. My dog has chronic diarrhea, and again, pretty much decides the carpets are a more comfortable place to relieve himself than my much more easily cleaned floors. Asshole!
Once you have a baby, and then a crawling kid who tends to put everything that he finds in his path inside his mouth, poop is just as appealing as shiny coins, and, having dog diarrhea lying around isn’t really an option any longer.
My dog continued to make me question just how much he was actually my #1 baby by wiping his ass in unexpected places. Take a typical day, for example. My new son and I go to the playground, take a walk and pick up some food on the way home. We have fun. Play. Do what we’re supposed to do. And come home to dogshit diarrhea and streaks everywhere.
Because my dog is so gigantically tall, this includes him leaving snail trails of shit on the cushions on my couch. There’s diarrhea on the carpet, butt-relieving trails of poop-streaks on the floor runner, making a path from the kitchen, to the hallway wall, to the damn couch.
And my kid is curious. Of course! We come home to this disaster and I am forced to scream at my little boy to “Stay! Over! There!” Which means that no matter how engaged he was five seconds ago in greeting all of his toy airplanes, he’s now completely focused on playing with my dog, his poop streaks and is soon to be poisoned by the chemicals it takes to clean up dogshit.
Playing with toxic chemicals is much more fun that even the coolest toy airplane can ever be. I guess I should just be happy that my little boy didn’t eat the dog poop streaks. But damnit, the dog became #2. Just like that.
Because I didn’t have a camera set up to photograph our experience that day, I’ve drawn you a picture.
Kristi Campbell is a semi-lapsed career woman with about 18 years of marketing experience in a variety of national and global technology companies. More recently, she was a co-host on a hilarious (and under funded) weekly radio show. Once her son was born, she became the mom who almost always leaves the house in either flip-flops or Uggs, depending on the weather.
While she does work part-time, her passion is writing and drawing really stupid-looking pictures for her blog http://www.findingninee.com. Finding Ninee (pron. nine-ee for her son’s pronunciation of the word airplane) started due to a memoir, abandoned when Kristi read that a publisher would rather shave a cat than read another memoir. Its primary focus is humor and support in a “Middle World,” one where the autism spectrum exists but a diagnosis does not.