A Morning at Peaberry's

So this morning Tommie had an appointment at 7:30. He met with an investment planner at Starbucks. I attempted to sleep until about 7:45, wake up with 15 minutes to spare for work, and then hit the ground running.

It didn't happen. :)

Instead, after one of the most sleepless nights I've had in recent history, Maple decided 7:20 was when I needed to not just wake up, but to get out of bed, play with her, let her outside and feed her. It was kind of funny, because while I was holding her, desperately begging her to stay in bed with me for just 15 more minutes, I was coming to the realization that in one month my life will likely resemble this morning very much...except that it will probably look that way most mornings, with a baby in ADDITION to the puppy.

I didn't freak out, but I did start to think, maybe I ought to cherish these last few mornings I have relatively to myself-moments where I'm not feeding something, picking up something's poo, etc. That's when I decided that when Tommie got home, I was taking off. I decided to go to this coffee house that we've been wanting to try for a while-Peaberry's. It's a small Colorado chain that reportedly has the best chai in town. Plus, they have free wi-fi, which I'm utilizing right now to post this (and to purportedly be doing my morning work).

It was funny though, because when Tommie got home, I told him my plan and he said, "That sounds great!" (could he be nicer?!) I asked him to please watch the dog and to make sure she doesn't chew up the armchair, the 2 x 4s we have in the dining room, my socks, the bathroom trash or any of the other items she's taken to attempting to destroy in the past month. He readily agreed and kind of sent me on my way. But as I was leaving, I was looking at my little puppy who was following my every step with a wagging tail and hopeful eyes....as she stood at the door, her little eyebrows begging to come with me, I started to not want to go. I started to wonder if Tommie would know that she would want to go outside in a little bit. I started to think that we have a pretty good time during the day, despite that fact that she's so much responsibility. I started to wonder if Tommie would make sure she has the amount of water she likes, like I do-or if he would be able to hear her scratch at the door to go outside or if his music would make him accidentally ignore her. I started to think she might miss me....and you know what? I started to think I might miss her.

I also started to think about my slight apprehension about becoming a mom, adding one more responsibility to a life I thought was going to be relatively uncomplicated at 22, and I started to think, I'm going to love this little person 100x more than my puppy. I'm going to hate my responsibility in the same way I was contemplating not going to Peaberry's today. They're MY little responsibilities...and I want them to be happy, to be healthy, to be mine. I think I'm smart to take a morning away, and I think I'm going to cherish those little responsibilities just a little bit more tomorrow morning when I'm the one keeping the beast from destruction...and probably the mornings in January when I'm feeding the baby, changing diapers and working all in one.