eyerollingmom

Before I start I’m just going to suggest that my oldest (as in “length of time together,” not “length of crows feet”) friend, Kristi, pour herself a shot of celiac-distressing tequila before continuing reading because she is simply not going to believe this.

I cannot even believe myself that I am typing the words but…..sigh…..I caved.  I succumbed to family pressure and jumped onto the bandwagon of a new family pup.  (My bond with Kristi:  I actually admitted to jealously when she announced she had to give away her family dog in order to move overseas.)

Now, if you’ve ever read any of my dog-related blogs before (aptly entitled “I am a Dog Owner. Period”  or…. “It’s a Dog --  Not a Child”) certainly you may be aghast as well.  And true, I did mourn the loss of our dog last year with a trip to TJMaxx for a new area rug….

So I had the indescribable pleasure of viewing a few minutes of that MTV show which finds a young man looking for love while living in his parents’ basement.  I am so not kidding.  How great is that? Think The Bachelor with a really (really) small production budget.  And a set of parents judging the girls from their living room sofa.   Hilarity. 

My point:  for a suspended moment in time I shared a laugh with my daughter and well, it’s been awhile.  Thank God there are programs like these (and of course Jon Gosselin) to keep my spirits up. 

It’s been a long and difficult (understatement) month and I’m happy to report (exhale) that I see a light at the end of my tunnel.  Either that or I’m confusing the gleam with another locomotive heading straight towards me (likely being driven by a teenager).

Got girls?  Get wine.