I woke up ridiculously early thanks to the puppy. We had settled into a nice routine in the past weeks–my husband gets up early anyway, so he feeds the dog, then lets her back into our bedroom where I’m sleeping. Normally, the puppy goes to sleep and we doze until 9 a.m. or so.
Today, she was riled up and ready to play. When I rolled over she jumped up onto the bed, which is forbidden. I had to get out of bed myself to get her out of bed. She sat looking at me with so much delight until I put her on the floor. We did that twice before I banished her from my room and went back to sleep.
When I finally fell asleep again I had a troubling, complex nightmare that I can’t remember at all. And then it was time to wake up and hurry downstairs to work for an hour.
I finished working, cleaned up dog poop in the back yard, took a shower and took Grace with me to buy a dog toy–something to entertain the puppy–and then we got some lunch. We rushed back home in time for me to work my normal four hour shift . . . after work, my husband and I took our teenagers to see “Acts of Valor” (Grace had gone to a friend’s house for the night).
When we got home, I cleaned up the puppy’s accident (guess we should have crated her), then cooked my husband chocolate pudding and finished reading The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo. Then I took a twelve minute nap before working again at 9 pm.
And here I am! It’s nearly 2 am and I’ll fold a load of laundry before crawling into bed.
Tomorrow – soccer for Grace and lacrosse for Zach.
Yawn.
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