I've been feeling very claustrophobic with my life the last few days...I have so many things that I want to do with my time, but don't have the time to do them all. My weekend is so full that Michael and I have to schedule a time to go to the grocery store! I love having a farm and a garden, but I have to be able to be home a certain amount of time everyday to take care of a bunch of necessary responsibilities. I love my friends and family, and I never have enough time to talk to everyone I want to, or spend time with everyone I want to.
Michael desperately wants a dog. He grew up with dogs, and the longest I've been around a dog was a week last summer when we owned a dog and then had to give it back because it kept running away. It has become more and more clear to me that I don't want a dog. I don't want to add on the responsibility of care for a being that needs human attention and affection (on top of routine care like feeding). Our alpacas and chickens don't need us to be around, and really just need us to make sure they have food and water and shelter, and at birthing time to make sure they don't die in labor. Every time he talks about getting a dog, I get more claustrophobic. I've told him this, and I know that he gets it on some level, but that doesn't keep him from wanting a dog...sigh.
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