In no particular order, my funniest takes on our week:
Liberty came prepared for battle when Maisie lost some unknown, don’t want to know what that was substance on the living room floor. The good news: Maisie hasn’t peed or pooped in the house this week. Oh no. She’s saved that for the patio, the sidewalk, and the driveway. In other news, our 2.5 month old puppy now weighs 16 lbs- a weight gain of 8 lbs in the month we’ve had her. We had to force portion control on her a few days after we got her. It’s clearly enough despite having limited her intake a bit. She’s now ducking to enter Brady’s kennel. Thinking it’s time for a larger one.
I found Pierce on top of Blaine’s van the other day. I told him to get down.
He obeyed. This was my next shot. Dumb phone missed midair completely.
And finally, I got Ellie a mini baby doll. She hasn’t stopped playing with it ever since. She did rip its hat off. We tucked that aside for the hopeful day she leaves it on. Pretty sure next up is the completely nakey baby doll. Ellie shall never be so compliant as to skip that phase.
We’ve had a less than fabulous week. I’m sick of mothering alone, the weather hasn’t cooperated with outdoor outings, my new chore lists are as big a hit as you might expect, and tonight was the first night all week that I cooked supper. Apparently fish sticks and tator tots do not count. On the bright side, six loads of laundry got properly processed today, and while I washed much of it, I folded none.
Oh, and I drove my head into a tree branch while on the lawn mower today. Could have done without that. The temptation to do some tree trimming to eliminate that branch is real. The bruise on my forehead is like something from a cartoon, stars dancing and all. And yet, my first thought when my vision cleared was wondering if anybody saw me do it. Is that schoolgirl or what?!