My Morning

I didn't get up on time this morning. That's strange, because when the coffee pot fills, the smell wakes up my dog and causes her to bark to be let out. It's a nice system.

When I got up to get coffee, I noticed she was still sleeping. I let her sleep. "Let sleeping dogs lie" is a wise saying.

Soon, I heard her bumping around. She was in the second 'brain fog' she has had since her seizures began back in November. It was sad. I kept putting her back on the blanket were she sleeps, but she kept wandering around smashing into things on the back porch. At one point, I noticed her standing under a chair. I tried to get her to sit, but she wouldn't. I went back later and found out why. Only half of her was under the chair. Her back legs hadn't cleared the rung, and there she was, suspended. As I was getting her out, I noticed that she had made every mess know to dogs. I cleaned her up, me up, and put her back on her blanket. I loaded up the washing machine.

I went into the living room, and on the way noticed a strange sound. A chewing sound in my dining room, in the corner. When I called for the cat, he crawled out from under a cabinet where the noise seemed to be coming from. He was covered in dust elephants. I shown a flash light under the cabinet, and he got back into position. Something's over there.

That reminded me that I have to vacuum up pet fur today.

Baby Boy came. He cooed and smiled and kicked and gave me many nice pictures, which are up on his blog. Then, he decided that he would show me that he really can scream and pitch a good fit just like all the other little boys in this world. He's good at it, too.

I quickly ran to make a bottle, jumped over the cat who seemed to be on the move, and noticed the dog still all shaky out on the porch.

Baby Boy was NOT patient and did NOT want to wait for me to make sure his bottle was the right temperature and properly mixed. Besides just his run of the mill scream, he does this high pitched scream which would be adorable if my head didn't ache.

The bottle being what he wanted, he settled down nicely into my arms. So did the cat. The cat is sick of Baby Boy being the center of attention, and actually tries to head-butt him out of my arms. I told him to go back and get whatever is snacking in my dining room, but he assured me he needed a break and would get back to it when I set Baby Boy down.

While sitting with two living beings on my lap, and a lap top computer on the arm of the couch I realized what the 'hair spray' smells is that has been bothering me all week. Since we now vent our dryer onto the back porch, it's the smell of the downy sheet. Normally, I don't even notice it. Funny things, those migraines.

But, I'm stuck with the smell, as it is in comparison a much better smell than would be if I didn't gather up the stuff on the porch that was damaged in the dog assault.

It's afternoon now. Three thirty. Two thirty in Illinois. THGGM is leaving to come home. He has tomorrow off. We plan to accomplish great things together. I plan to not have a headache.

The cat is curled up beside me. Not ON me. That is because Baby Boy, who danced gracefully, cooed musically and slept peacefully AFTER the bottle has gone home. Now the cat isn't so interested in being near me.

And the dog? She is fine now. I hear her pulling a pizza box out of the trash as I type this.

Me? My head still hurts. I feel like I could sleep for a week, but I've done nothing that should make me tired. I don't want to take any more meds, as that has it's own set of problems. So, I continue to breath into my shirt. I've penciled in a nap, right after I round up those elephants.

Please do not inquire as to how I am coming on my 'bookcase project'. I don't want to talk about it.