I. am. so. tired. I. could. have. a. nervous. breakdown.
Luckily The Husband is so in touch with my feelings that he will rush right home, take both the kids, make dinner and I can go to bed at 7.
Wow. The dog was barking. I must have just fallen asleep when I wrote that lunacy.
We have these great big windows that start about 9 inches from the floor. The dog is positive that we purchased this house for the purpose of allowing him complete visual access to all that is occurring on every side of the house. Usually he is sleeping and missing everything but every once in a while he will catch sight of the UPS guy who is clearly coming to murder everyone in our house. Actually, when the UPS guy comes and it doesn’t have “Baby Brewing” on the label of whatever he is delivering, someone is going to get murdered. Just not by the UPS guy.
The dog will start to bark like a freak and you could actually believe, if only for a brief moment, that he could protect you from imminent danger. That the dog would not excessively lick the hand of your murderer as he is stabbing you. That all of this dog food and pig ears that you have been purchasing for his sustenance has a purpose other than to fatten said dog up so he can fill your house with mounds of black fur e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e.
I’ll admit my curiosity was up when he started barking. That and I was going to kill him if he awakened the only one in this house with sense enough to takeanap/stayoutofmomsway. I looked out the window to see a doe and her three fawns. And because I was cranky, I yanked open the door and yelled “go get ’em” to the dog.
You are more than welcome to inundate my inbox with tirades about cruelty to bambi and his mom if you would also like to schedule a time to come over and babysit these damn kids so I can get some sleep. If it makes you feel better, that fat dog couldn’t catch his tail on a good day. But it sure made him feel frisky to think that he might just catch them. At least someone is in a good mood now.Share on Facebook