So, hi! Hello! I'm still here! Anybody out there? Helloooo?!
I haven't written anything since last Wednesday! Eight days ago! Thanksgiving broke up my routine and I'm just gettin' back into the swing of this thing called "my life in the lap of luxury" or as I like to call it when I'm mad at my husband for not ever finishing the touch-up paint in our house (he hasn't picked up a paint brush in two years), "home crap home."
Okay! So, not much has happened this week. I was sick Sunday and Monday with a tummy ache and I was very gurgly. Ick. And...............................(drum roll please)..........................
that's it. I'm so boring. That's all I've got. I'm so embarassed. Although, I have won new awards lately and if I can ever get my act together and get my son to make his own lunch and put himself to bed and wipe the poo off his own bootie, then I will post and pass on.
Or maybe I could just stay up way past my bedtime and do it. Truly, I'm surprised I am even getting to write this post. I expected my husband to come in five minutes ago and pull me off the computer to take over the child-rearing. Every time I hear his footsteps, I start to panic.
I did want to pass on these pictures though. Our poor dog, Meeko, has been neglected since we became parents. He is just so loud and hyper and rambunctious! We have to keep him away from our toddling son because he knocks him over. Seriously, he has knocked Max over twice now and both times resulted in a bonked head and lots of tears.
(Oh no! My husband just asked me to get off the computer and help put our son to bed! Panic has set in!)
So, the other day, I wouldn't let Meeko go back to our bedroom where his bed is because I didn't want him to wake up our son, who was napping in the next room. Meeko's toenails sound like someone hammering nails on our wood floors, plus he barks and runs like a maniac up and down the hallway. I was doing laundry in the kitchen (because our washer and dryer are IN the kitchen...I don't know either) and I thought he could stay in there with me.
The only problem: my son ended up taking an unusually long nap. Three hours to be precise. And Meeko was getting tired because laying around all day torturing our little dog, Pia, and peeing in the hallway, can get exhausting. So, he improvised.
Yes, he is inside of the hamper. Even his back legs. And he slept there happily ever after. Maybe he is smarter than we think. Nah, I don't think so.