So, I love my job and I'm grateful for my job, which is a stay-at-home mom. But sometimes I'm home too much. This past week has been one of those weeks. Monday and Tuesday started out as wind-down days from the busy busy weekend and then Wednesday we got sick and I just keep getting sicker, which sucks, but the boys seem to be about the same. How can you tell? I don't know, no grouchier than they were Wednesday, I suppose. :) But anyhoo, now we're on Friday and I haven't gone anywhere, besides the grocery store . . . which doesn't count because it's a chore, kids don't like, I don't like it . . . except to put food in my pantry. So my sister asked me to go to Woodburn (popular outlet mall) today, she asked me yesterday and yesterday I was sick but I didn't feel quite this sick, so I agree to go. Yeah, I had to bail on her this morning, now I have a fever and I'm achy and my nose won't stop running and my throat hurts. I liked to call in sick when I had out-of-the-house job but I can't really "call in sick" to my current job. Cuz I would be calling myself and asking myself to fill in for me. Doesn't really work if anyone was wandering. I just keep getting a busy signal. If the stars align and the chitlins are asleep at the same time I might pass out for an hour . . . but that is unusual. 17 months apart and they aren't on the same schedule . . . bummer.
So I take my dog out, I have to stand there in the cold rain while he does his business (one major reason I miss my house) and my next door neighbor decides he needs to get the low-down on the breed and announces that he wants one . . . even after I candidly explained how hyper-active and needy they were. We live in apartments. Though, Byron, my Jack Russell, is better than most. He is very well house trained and is completely tolerant of the tykes (unusual for Jacks) and he loves attention and adores Justin (though Justin ignores him most of the time) and absolutely loves to play and play and play and play . . . pretty much as long as you want to stand there and throw things, he'll go get it for ya and then tug-a-war until you want to choke him with it. In fact if you even make quick movements around him, he automatically assumes you're going to play with him because, Lord knows, us humans don't make quick movements unless we are going to rough house with the dog. Also, another thing I've noticed about my super-pooch is everything, absolutely everything that goes on in the house pertains to him, he is the reason. For example, Toby is into something he's not suppose to be and I've told him to get out of it for the millionth time (like my potted plants) and so I resort to yelling . . . though I clearly say "Toby, get out of it!" Byron, who's laying peacefully (ideally) on his bed assumes that I mean he's not suppose to be there, though he's been there for more than an hour with me walking around him and petting his head . . now suddenly he's getting into trouble for being there. He scampers off with his tail down and lays down on the carpet with a guilty look . . . though he's got to be thoroughly confused . . . until I totally reassure him and physically put him back on his bed. Meanwhile Tobias has unloaded a pound of dirt out of my favorite tree onto my cream colored carpet and is proceeding to eat the fertilizer pellets that I've put in there. Ack!!! Sorry . . . coming out of my flash-back. Started to get a cold-sweat with that one! What I left out is Sam was in the backroom screaming because he had shut the bedroom door and couldn't open it . . . :) Did I say I love my job? I do! :) Never a dull moment around here.
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