Flexibility

Schedule changes are hard. #amiright I really enjoy daily structured schedules. I know what to expect. I know how to plan my day accordingly (snooze, eat, snooze, be pet, repeat). Recently my dad has gotten a new job (or so I’ve been told) and has COMPLETELY different hours. How rude, right?  My nightly schedule used to be: Dad giving my brother and I glucosamine pills, Mom tells us for about 10 minutes how much she loves us (as previously mentioned- obsessed), then we all go to sleep. Now, Dad has to wake up super duper early so he goes to bed before us. My schedule is all sorts of a mess! And to top it off, whenever he wakes up to get ready in the morning, I HAVE to bark at him jut in case he’s a burglar trying to steal all my toys and bones. I also HAVE to bark when he opens the garage door to leave just in case that also is a burglar who wants to steal all my treats and food. For goodness sake, who else is going to protect the house from potential danger? My brother? Psh. He just sleeps! So, needless to say, I’ve gotten less sleep and it’s thrown me a little off. It’d be so nice to have complete control over my day with no surprises. But, in my old age, I’m starting to understand I can’t have control over everything. Sometimes (*gulp*) I have to be flexible. Going with the flow seems to make things better even if my brain says “nooooooo!” And freaks out a little. With time I suppose I’ll adjust to this new schedule. Now that I think about it, sometimes surprises can be kinda nice. Sometimes my family brings home surprise bones or surprise toys I destroy in 45 seconds. That’s pretty fun! Also, sometimes my extended family shows up at our front door and I get extra hugs and kisses that were not part of my normal schedule. When my human cousins show up at my house I also get extra play time (we like to chase each other). When my dog cousin, Waffles, shows up unexpectedly I get to play for hours and hours until Mom feels like she may lose her mind and separates us. It’s pretty great! Anxiety has a funny way of tricking my brain. It makes me think interruptions are a threat, when in reality they can be pretty great. Sometimes it’s nice to just take a deep breath and enjoy the present moment- even if it wasn’t on my schedule. :)  

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