It’s been a rough weekend; the electrical issue we were having remains largely unsolved. They sent another tech out and long story short it’s going to require a more extensive (and expensive) repair, which they have yet to call to schedule.
And to be honest, I am still feeling a ton of anxiety about having a second bird. Kirby is handling it quite well and Broccoli is largely polite, especially for a conure, but I just can’t let go of this feeling of “waiting for the other shoe to drop”. I am stressing a lot about spending time with them and making sure everyone gets attention and not reinforcing bad behaviors - which is weird for me, because normally I am fairly confident when bringing home a new pet (although I definitely remember this feeling with Sammy too).
The problems we are having with the house are probably not helping, but I am feeling very overwhelmed this morning. My Kirby time was always my relaxing/downtime away from my partner and the kids, so OF COURSE being the genius I am, I decided to throw a baby bird into the mix!
We gave this a lot of thought and went back and forth about it a lot before we committed to Broccoli, but I knew even so that bringing him home would be challenging for me. I am the primary caregiver for basically everyone in the house, and I am really feeling that “cup overfloweth” with responsibilities feeling!
Sorry for being a bummer if anyone reads this - it helps a little to put it out in the void. I understand why they don’t, but sometimes I wish parrot stores had a foster to adopt program like rescues do. I hope these feelings go away, because they are really making everything way more difficult than it needs to be. I know if I really decide we can’t do this that the folks I know at the store would help us figure something out, but I would feel like an idiot for not realizing this was a bad idea sooner.