Who has two thumbs, is a stay at home dad and didn’t sleep last night? This guy. No, I didn’t drink too much caffeine during the Super Bowl and Maebyn actually slept through the night. So why didn’t we sleep? Well, we have an over protective, too alert, and even more determined pit bull named Beazy, who thinks its her job to protect the house at night. Last night was one of those nights that she was not going to let us down.
Sometime around 4 a.m. Beazy noticed there was some living thing on our property and this was just unacceptable. She proceeded to scan the perimeter of the house sniffing loudly, growling, and barking. My favorite part in particular was when she decided to scream-bark directly in front of Maebyn’s room. Honestly, this is nothing new for us. We are used to Beazy getting a wild hair up her ass and being weird, but at 4 am when you have a 6 month old baby, that has been struggling to sleep, it’s enough to make you want to euthanize your own dog (I know this is extreme but at 4 in the morning you can’t be held accountable for your thoughts). It turns out a small bunny had wondered on to our property and had gotten too close to the house for Beazy’s liking.
Was I frustrated with Beazy when she woke the house up to let us know there was a measly bunny outside? In a word… YES. However, there was a break-in at a neighbors house a couple weeks ago, and it does give me some peace of mind knowing that if someone were to enter our house at night, they would have to meet our pitbull Beatrice first. She would undoubtedly greet the stranger in vicious defense of her family (at least this is what I think would happen, although we have no proof since her usual greeting to strangers is constant licking). As crazy as she is, it’s really nice having a friend around to help with my SAHD duties. We’re still working on the diaper-changing but she’s getting close. Beazy loves us and brings our family a lot of joy. It’s great having such a loyal dog and 4 a.m. barking sessions are easily overlooked when you consider she is only trying to do her job as protector of the house. (This may not be entirely true but it helps ease my frustration from lack of sleep).
Here’s to the worlds best dog who has to be on a leash at all times while out side because she’s too crazy and adventurous to handle herself like a normal dog,
Thursdays have become my most favorite and least favorite day of the week all wrapped up into one. How is this possible? Well let me explain…
Every Thursday I go to crossroads church from 11:30 to 1 to a fathers midrash. What’s a fathers midrash? Simply put, it’s a group of fathers that come together to try and understand truth, found in the bible, on how God is calling us to lead our families. It has had a profound impact on my life to say the least. I look forward to going every week and it has revitalized the way I read scripture. The fathers midrash along with Story Formed Life have allowed me to see that the role of an intentional father is the most vital thing that exists in a family. I have always wanted to be a dad but I guess I never really knew why. Being a good dad to me meant providing for the family and teaching them about God. Although these are things I still strive for I have learned that there is much more to a fathers role than just provision and teaching. I am responsible for the vision, identity, and guidance of our family. If I don’t lead who else will?
So I know it looks like Thursdays can’t possibly be that bad, right? Well, they have a dark side. Every Thursday morning MaKenzie wakes up at 5ish a.m. It’s her early day to go to work and its a rough one for her. She’s tired when she gets home and has little energy to do much else than get ready for work on Friday. She has never complained once about her responsibilities and if I didn’t know her so well I would say the long hours didn’t bother her at all. However, I know Thursdays take a toll on her. Every Thursday is hard for me because I wish it was me going out to provide for the family. Feelings of failure creep in as I watch MaK leave in morning. It’s the hardest part of the week watching her go to work so tired wishing I could take away her burdens.
The final reason Thursdays are just not the same is because before we had Maebyn, Thursdays use to be “Hers Days”. Anyone who has a mild obsession with their dog/pet will get this… so, before kids were in the picture, every Thursday we celebrated our dog Beazy and her many redeeming qualities: excellent barking skills, ability to identify squirrels that occupy our property and her three cheats on death itself (hit by a car, fell out of a tree, swam half a lake… don’t worry I’ll cover these in a future post). One of her thousands of nicknames happens to be “Hers”. Ah, a perfect play on words. Thursday = HersDay. Weird, yeah we know. It was fun though and we had some great memories. Those days are now gone and our dog Beazy is appreciated more than celebrated. I don’t think she minds but when I look at our dog it’s just another reminder of how Thursdays are just not the same.
Happy HersDay everybody,