Gone are the days of sleeping in for one thing. I don’t know when, but somewhere along the line, 7am became a wonderful lie-in. Makes me a little ill, to be honest. And now that Doodle is much more aware of the fact that Mommy isn’t always paying attention and if he grunts enough times in a particularly grating way she will inevitably stop what she is doing and see to him, the only time I have to get anything done is when the Rocket Scientist is home on the weekends. Then the problem becomes that everyone knows we are leaving soon so they all want to be able to have us over or take us out to lunch. Don’t get me wrong, I’m loving all the free food, and to be sure there are some that I would just live with them for the next month to soak up all the time I could get, but it does present an issue when I look at my ‘to do’ list and I see the days flying by on the calendar and nary a crossed-off item to be seen.
And here is where I would have gone into a list of all the things I meant to do this weekend and how they got curtailed by time spent with friends and me once again thinking I could handle a foster dog for a few days despite all my craziness but alas, Doodle has woken up.