Sometimes I'm am certain I have lost my mind.

We have our two sleepy pups, both miniature schnauzers, which is in my opinion about the perfect size of dog.

Of course, youngest boy is...exuberant. So occasionally the pups are not as thrilled with him because he has big love for small dogs and they want none of it. So occasionally, hubby and I discuss the idea of a slightly larger dog more specifically for younger boy - possibly even having one trained to be an autism support dog, because he definitely could benefit from such a thing.

But it was always one of those, "Maybe we should consider" conversations. It wasn't something either of us had the cycles to really sit down and evaluate because our lives are insane enough right now. (Too insane, honestly. I'm ready for something to give and hopeful that it won't be my complete nervous system.)

Enter my father-in-law who, for no discernable reason, got himself a standard poodle puppy 14 months ago.

You see where this is going, right?

In a shocking turn of events to no one, he and his new wife are just not equipped to handle the exuberance and exercise needs of a poodle puppy.

And hubby, bless him, suggested that this was perfect for youngest.

I'm not saying he's wrong. I'm not saying that this isn't exactly who and what we need.

I am saying that while we're in the throes of finishing up the addition for my dad to move into and then working to move Dad from his basically 5000 square foot home into 1000 square feet (we have an additional 1000 square feet in the basement for storage but I'd really like to not have alllllll of the crap coming) and juggling a senior in high school who, oh yes, has realized that he really does need his meds because he spiraled into OCD madness for two weeks and so I'm working to get that all back on board and new therapy and who ends up doing all the heavy lifting for these things?

Me.

But hey. Let's throw in a 14 month old enormous dog (because I swear he's larger than standard poodles are supposed to be, because why wouldn't he be?) for me to train, more correctly housebreak, and find and arrange an evaluation for service dog training. Sure. I can handle that.

No worries.

(Narrator: There are plenty of worries. So, so many worries.)

It's fine. 

I'm fine.