8:25 a.m.

My 8 year old son says, “Man, Blue (the dog) is crashed.”
I reply, “That’s because he woke up at 4:00a.m. and we’ve been outside to go potty three times, take a long walk, and play ball.”
My husband asks him, “Is Mommy still hiding in the kitchen?”
My youngest son looks at me, grins, and answers, “Yep”, before adding, “Mom, you should come over here and pet Blue.”
I think I’ll go shower and get ready for church instead.
Love that dog. I do. But man alive, he’s wearin’ me out and my house is more of a wreck than usual. I am not a woman who has ever figured out how to do it all. Housework is always the first to go.

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