I blame the puppy

I am starting to have longer stretches of sleep at night, but end up on the couch most early mornings, dozing with the puppy.  She eats a very early breakfast and then will go to sleep . . . but only in the family room.  Plus, I don’t want her in my bed, so the couch it is.

Maybe it’s not the right thing to do, but you do what you have to do to get sleep.  At least I do.

Anyway, so last Sunday morning, I woke up at 5 a.m., then 6 a.m., then 7 a.m.  The dog harassed me until 8:30 a.m., and then I fell asleep again . . . and then it was a mad rush to wake the kids and get myself ready for church.

I am pretty low-maintenance.  But still, I have to fix my hair and face and find something to wear . . . and last Sunday, the puppy kept barking at me as if she needed to go outside.  She interrupted me a half dozen times.  I repeatedly took her downstairs because who wants to dab dog pee from the carpet?

So by the time I was finally presentable, we were late for church.

We arrived a solid five minutes after church had started, so I led the children up the outside steps and we crept into the church balcony and slipped into the very back row so no one would notice our tardiness.

And I don’t think anyone did.

That is, until my husband, the pastor, took the pulpit and inexplicably announced to the congregation that I was sitting in the very back row of the balcony.  The entire congregation turned to look at me, so I did what any sensible woman would do.

I stood and waved a parade wave at the congregation.

Tomorrow I am getting up extra early for church.


4 thoughts on “I blame the puppy

  1. Oh, I must have laughed for several minutes, just picturing it all! TOO funny!

    And you are still speaking to your pastor husband? You are some kind of funny woman!


  2. Oh, I think I would’ve slipped rat poison into his roast beef when I got home, LOL! I’m with your mom…I just laughed as I pictured it in my mind. One of the better mental pictures I’ve had lately. Thanks for making me smile, Mel.


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