It's a New Month, and That's All I Can Say For Today

Slept horribly last night--we're dogsitting and both our dog and the visiting dog feel the need to sleep with humans. Since three humans, two large dogs, and 2-3 cats is too many mammals even for a king-size bed, I usually sleep elsewhere when we have the visiting dog. Last night it was my daughter's room, but the Doberman felt the need to pretend to be protective every time a car drove by and let off a chorus of growls and barks to make sure I knew she was defending me.

The dumb thing is this dog is so timid that she avoids our cats out of fear. My husband commented (after letting the Doberman do her business in the front yard) that other people seem to be afraid of her. My response? "Well duh, she's a Doberman." Since that apparently wasn't enough explanation for him, I then said, "They're stereotypically known for being aggressive. Besides, remember the movie 'Up' where the lead dog, Alpha, was mean? That was a Doberman." Still he seemed surprised.

Anyway, my point was that I didn't sleep well (thanks to the Doberman) and then I had a lot to do.

I volunteer for a couple of organizations and actually spend quite a bit of time working on things for them. I spent much of today handling things with deadlines and details. Usually it's fun work and I don't mind it, but today was one of those days that I just felt like I'd rather be doing other things.

I was even looking forward to my workout since tomorrow is packed with doctor appointments and swimming lessons for my daughter and probably won't have a chance.

I did take some time to myself and had my hair done, which was only about 3 months overdue. Amazing how a detail (self-care) that I usually ignore can make me feel so much better. It's also fun when my husband sees it and says his usual comment when I get my hair done: "Can I have a kiss from my NEW wife?"

We had dinner and my back was hurting, so I went to lie down for a bit afterward (it was that or the painkillers that I'm trying to avoid). Perhaps it was a bad idea to lie down.

My husband woke me up several hours later. First, I was confused because I hadn't meant to fall asleep. Second, because I was in my daughter's room. Third because he was irritated about something to do with a diaper one of the dogs had chewed up. I sat there, groggy. He laughed and hugged me and told me he loved that I was so funny when I first wake up. This further confused (and also annoyed) me, and I then slurred, "I'm just so confused. Leave me alone."

This caused him to laugh harder.

Which is when I think I fully woke up and also became annoyed at the chewed-by-dog diaper on the floor. At which point I noticed the time and realized I wouldn't be able to get to the gym. Then I was just plain irritated. I think my husband (aside the brief comic moment for him) wished he'd let me sleep.