I had a dream last night, about a pot roast I was going to cook for dinner tonight. I think that has to be a sign that domesticity has beaten me down. I'm not dreaming about exploring the world, or even having old nightmares about not studying for a test or turning in an assignment, I'm dreaming about cooking pot roasts for dinner. *sigh*
This morning as I was changing Joey I asked him "what do you want for breakfast?" he said. "No."
*sigh*
I noticed that my favorite wind chime that I brought home from Chile (it makes the most beautiful sounds outside of my kitchen window) had been blown down when I found Ziggy chewing on pieces of it.
It's made of glass.
Glass, people, glass.
*sigh*
When I went down to pick up the pieces of my broken chime *sniffle* I saw Ziggy eat a doggie doodoo that was laying in the yard. *sigh* Can a dog be banished outside for grossness? What do you do then? Wash out his mouth? Try to remember not to let him lick you..... EVER AGAIN??
*sigh*
I think when everyone takes a nap, I might just go to bed and when I wake up, pretend it's tomorrow...
**Update** I had Matt read my "funny" post and he said.... "that's kinda sad." so I thought I should say that it was all in good humor. I'm pretty sure my windchime is glueable (um, except whatever Ziggy ate). I am told that in fact I am not making dinner because Matt has promised pizza to visiting friends, Joey enjoyed his breakfast and is playing with his toys, and Ziggy..... well the only thing different about today is that I actually saw him consume the poo.
:-)
2 comments:
Awwww Laurie...if it makes you feel any better, I began my day by getting pooped and peed on by Eli at 4:30 this morning! Oh the joys of mommyhood! ;-)
So um maybe it's just my sick sense of humor, but I WAS laughing and then read that it was supposed to be sad and reread to make sure I was not crazy...you get the picture. On a side note, you can give your Ziggy really really cheap stuff in his food to make his poo taste BAD and the eating of it ceases. Email me if you are interested, it's too much for comments. Miss you!
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