So, my son gets me up like a half an hour ago (5 AM). Are normal people even up at 5 AM? What, with no job, I’m just not sure anymore. Anyway, I fell asleep on the couch last night-glad it’s comfy-and he gets right in my face, freaks me out, and is like, “Mom, Roxy (our new boxer puppy) took a crap on my floor!” My husband neglected to put her in her crate last night (we are crate training her) and she went in my son’s room and crapped on the floor. Of course, he can’t clean it up. I can’t see anything cuz I just woke up. Glad I didn’t step in it. So, I get up and clean it up and put her in her “house”. Of course she knows WHY she’s in there, cuz I told her “bad girl” and she rolled over on her back, put her feet in the air, and looked at me like, “What??? It’s not my fault he didn’t put me in my house!” Geez, of ALL the things to be woken up too.
The other night, yes I know I’m going backwards, forgive me, it’s 5:30 AM. . .
I called my husband to let him know I was on my way home from Edythe’s house (the little old lady I take care of every five days) and I called his cell. Well, my son picks it up. You know how 13-14 year-old’s voices change. So, Austin picks it up and I think it’s Chris. He answered Chris’s phone and it sounded just like him!!! So, I’m talking to him for like a minute and then he giggles and I’m like “OK, where’s your dad? Get off Dad’s phone!” I told my husband I was glad that I didn’t start talking dirty or something. That would have just been weird and gross! Kids, sheesh.