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My Dog Has Serious Bathroom Issues and I’m The Center of My Universe

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My dog has been peeing and pooping all over our house. Literally, all over. Every room. I have stepped in poop three times this past week alone. It’s been maddening to continually bend over and clean up her messes. The baby gates we purchased to keep her out of the areas of the house upon which we’d like to traverse without stepping into feces, well it turns out that those baby gates have slats on the side just large enough for her to squeeze her tiny, six-pound Chihuahua body through, though she feigns captivity when we are watching. None-the-less, eight hours later, returning home after work, poop is waiting in the kitchen. Or the front room. Or our bedroom.

Thankfully, the gates do keep our toddler son sectioned off into manageable, poop-free zones while either my husband or I attend to the remaining toxic rooms of the house to deep clean.

OK, that’s dramatic. We don’t really ever deep clean.

Also, my son has been sick. I don’t think it is related to the aforementioned lack of cleanliness in our home, but I can’t say it isn’t. In any case, he has been waking up throughout the night, and my heart just breaks as his body shakes with coughs fit for a pack-a-day, lifetime smoker. He’s ended up sleeping next to me for the last few nights. A part of me can hardly resist having his little body asleep next to mine, and another part of me recognizes that the sleep deprivation is starting to catch up to me.

There’s been other stuff, too, like getting a flat tire and taking it into the shop, casually mentioning that I would also like to get the driver’s side headlight replaced (I apologize for ruining your games of pediddle) and maybe an oil change. Three hundred dollars later I left with my car, and with more descriptions than I wanted to know about the melting of wires in the headlight, and the need to reconstruct the whole thing-a-ma-bob, and an, “oh, by the way, we don’t actually have the capability to repair tires or order you new ones, but hey, here’s a recommendation for another place that will charge you three hundred dollars to replace your tires.”

Which I went to. And they did.

By now you might have inferred that I’ve been feeling a little sorry for myself. Licking my wounds. Consoling myself with Caramel Apple Milkyway candy bars (this really is the best time of year) and lots of episodes of Scandal on Netflix.

A few days ago I had a rare moment at home alone and I took my dog for a walk. It’s hard to explain her jubilee when I picked up her leash, and I’m ashamed to admit the weeks it had been since our last walk, and more ashamed to admit my general pet owning negligence, having grown even larger since having a child.

While on the walk, I kept thinking about one of my favorite moments in public speaking: David Foster Wallace giving his commencement speech called, “This is Water.” I first read the transcript while up one night nursing my son, and I have since watched the youtube video of his speech more times than I can count.

One part in particular started percolating into my mind.

“…the traffic jams and crowded aisles and long checkout lines give me time to think, and if I don’t make a conscious decision about how to think and what to pay attention to, I’m gonna be pissed and miserable every time I have to shop. Because my natural default setting is the certainty that situations like this are really all about me. About MY hungriness and MY fatigue and MY desire to just get home, and it’s going to seem for all the world like everybody else is just in my way. And who are all these people in my way? And look at how repulsive most of them are, and how stupid and cow-like and dead-eyed and nonhuman they seem in the checkout line, or at how annoying and rude it is that people are talking loudly on cell phones in the middle of the line. And look at how deeply and personally unfair this is.”

Seriously, this talk is well worth the twenty minutes of your time. If he had spoken these words at my commencement, I like to believe I would still remember them today. As it is, I don’t remember the name of my commencement speaker.

But the idea, that part about me being at the center of the universe, that all of life is happening TO me, well, it strikes pretty close to home. Or rather, it strikes home. Because it sure feels like my dog has been purposefully leaving spiteful packages for me to clean up, and that meetings are scheduled on the end of the day on Friday just to make my life difficult, and the world is conspiring to steal my sleep and my money.

And also, that walk was the first really kind thing I have done for my dog, Lily, in a week. Truly. When I picked her up she licked my face and jumped up and down on the ground as if I had just pledged her a lifetime of chicken scraps and string cheese. (Which for the most part, I have.)

Not totally connected and yet maybe kinda a little connected, I also started to spend intentional time with my baby boy this week. He’s at this incredible joyful age, full of wonder and amazement and glee. Thirteen months is my favorite age yet.

I’ve been feeling a little haphazard as a mother lately. I am relieved and excited to finally see my son after being apart from him all day, and I am also feeling the pull of the forty things I really want to do, like read a book or watch Scandal.

That was really embarrassing to admit, by the way.

While on the floor with him on Monday I started to play a game with him. OK, mostly we were just putting the empty LaCroix cans in and out of a paper bag, but that is probably his favorite game in the world right now, and has the added benefit of teaching him the life skill of helping clean up the recycling.

I sat there with him and coached him through how to put the can in and out of the bag, and celebrated how he dropped each can into the bag, and how he often did so while standing on his own. My phone was off and my computer was put away, and the world was just him and me.

The next day we played with blocks, and the day after that we went to the park as a family. Yesterday we went on a boat ride.

And this week I’ve been thinking about what the world is like for him. At the center of his universe is his father and me, and I’ve been thinking about the joy we bring to his world with such a small amount of intentionality. And I wonder why it often seems so much easier to watch a forty minute TV show than it is to spend forty minutes of uninterrupted playtime with my child.

This is really embarrassing to admit, by the way.

So it’s been making me think about whether this week has been any different than any other week in the monotony and sacredness of the everyday ebb and flow. It’s been making me think about the connection between times of generous kindness and times of, if for only a small moment, being able to step outside of my default mindset that I am the center of the universe, the victim of the events around me.

It’s late and my son has been asleep for the past few hours. My dog is sleeping next to me on the couch, barely having left my side since I got home from work. With such adoration it is no wonder I so easily slip into thinking I’m the center of the universe. With such adoration it’s even possible to forgive some ridiculous bathroom issues.

After all, she’s forgiven me for the missed walks.

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18 Comments

  • Reply
    Beth Saav
    September 20, 2014 at 2:12 pm

    You made me tear up again. Thank you for your candidness and vulnerability. It is freeing to read and I hope it was freeing to write. Love you.

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      Rachel
      September 20, 2014 at 7:23 pm

      It was freeing to write, and also hard. I wrote, deleted, rewrote, deleted the same paragraphs multiple times until finally deciding, in the words of my friend Mindy, “All things when brought to the light bring glory to God.” So there you have it. Bringing it to the light.

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    Beth Saav
    September 20, 2014 at 2:12 pm

    You made me tear up again. Thank you for your candidness and vulnerability. It is freeing to read and I hope it was freeing to write. Love you.

    • Reply
      Rachel
      September 20, 2014 at 7:23 pm

      It was freeing to write, and also hard. I wrote, deleted, rewrote, deleted the same paragraphs multiple times until finally deciding, in the words of my friend Mindy, “All things when brought to the light bring glory to God.” So there you have it. Bringing it to the light.

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    Jade
    September 20, 2014 at 6:11 pm

    Beautiful as always, Raye. Also, love the photos of Lily. Thanks for sharing.

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      Rachel
      September 20, 2014 at 7:23 pm

      Thank you, Jade.

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    Jade
    September 20, 2014 at 6:11 pm

    Beautiful as always, Raye. Also, love the photos of Lily. Thanks for sharing.

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      Rachel
      September 20, 2014 at 7:23 pm

      Thank you, Jade.

  • Reply
    Marianne Madson
    September 21, 2014 at 12:29 pm

    You made me reflect on my universe. Truly. I enjoy reading your writing. Blessings to you.

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      Rachel
      September 21, 2014 at 12:35 pm

      Thank you, Marianne. Blessings to you, too.

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    Marianne Madson
    September 21, 2014 at 12:29 pm

    You made me reflect on my universe. Truly. I enjoy reading your writing. Blessings to you.

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      Rachel
      September 21, 2014 at 12:35 pm

      Thank you, Marianne. Blessings to you, too.

  • Reply
    Marianne Madson
    September 21, 2014 at 12:31 pm

    You made me reflect on my universe. Truly. I enjoy your writing. Blessings to you.

  • Reply
    Marianne Madson
    September 21, 2014 at 12:31 pm

    You made me reflect on my universe. Truly. I enjoy your writing. Blessings to you.

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    David
    September 24, 2014 at 4:01 am

    It’s a problem for us Douglases – “my child, or this screen…?” – and I resonate with you in having to fight. I’ve been working hard to put aside screens for these little ones. Let’s pray for each other.

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      Rachel
      September 26, 2014 at 5:22 am

      I’ll pray for you if you pray for me. 🙂

  • Reply
    David
    September 24, 2014 at 4:01 am

    It’s a problem for us Douglases – “my child, or this screen…?” – and I resonate with you in having to fight. I’ve been working hard to put aside screens for these little ones. Let’s pray for each other.

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      Rachel
      September 26, 2014 at 5:22 am

      I’ll pray for you if you pray for me. 🙂

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