I leave on Thursday morning for our novelists’ retreat, followed by the International Christian Retail Stores convention (or something like that), which used to be called “CBA.” Why did they make it more complicated?
Anyway . . . my dog Charley and I are not on good terms, and Babe is pushing her luck. Babe sleeps in our bedroom, in her own doggie bed, and Charley sleeps in an exercise pen, on a nice, thick foam mattress. But last night Babe was restless. At about 1:30 I felt her nose against my shoulder, and for about an hour she paced all through the room. She’d move from my side of the bed to my hubby’s, then she’d go to the door and scratch it. When I got up to let her out, she wouldn’t go out. Back and forth, all through the room, for at least an hour.
Finally she settled and I went back to sleep. But when I woke up this morning, I discovered that Charley had an accident of the worst kind in his bed–for the second time in as many weeks. (Big dog equals big mess). I had to get him out, send him out to be bathed (the Son was not thrilled by that task), while I swept and deodorized and stripped and sprayed and flushed (and had to plunge the toilet), etc. Now I’m washing clothes on the “sanitary” cycle, and that takes 2 hours!
All while I’m on a deadline, and rushing to maintain my quota so I won’t fall behind. Arrrrgh!
But that’s life. You roll with the punches, you brace for the unexpected. And you smile. 🙂
Hope your day got off to a more auspicious start than mine did!