This morning I was abruptly torn from my sweet, peaceful slumber by a sudden crashing sound followed immediately by my dog jumping up and cowering in fear in the corner of the couch and an irritatingly loud and incessantly repetitive high-pitched squeaking. (Yes, I’m on the couch — those cold germies!) The combination of noises and actions caused me to bolt immediately upright, and after a few seconds of orientating myself from sleepyland, realized the master mouser of the house is at it again. I fumbled about for my phone and turned on the flashlight, looked at my scaredy-dog with
This morning my middle child – a senior in high school – broke down in the car before school. She’s stressed, overwhelmed and basically scared of the unknown after high school. Her entire educational career she has literally been a straight A student. I don’t think she has *ever* brought home a grade lower than a 92 on a report card. Tears streaming down her face, she says she just wants to fail school. She is stressed over everything — all the projects for school, college applications, financial aid processes, the seeming permanence of having to choose a career path.
Sweet blissful sleep. All wrapped up warm and cozy in my bed, with dreams of my love running through my head. Sweet, sweet, blissful sleep. Then all of a sudden there’s this odd sensation that tears me away from it all! Nooooo! Not the toes! Dang dog! Why on earth does she do that? It’s so gross. Oh, look! She left her foot out for me, I think I’ll just lay here and lick her toes until she wakes up! I totally wanted to try to sleep in this morning. By sleep in, I mean until eight or nine. Didn’t