I’m Going to Kill the Dog

Not just kill, but FUCKING kill!  The whole day after we get home, he just sleeps on the couch. Moves a bit while O is chasing him.  But overall, he sleeps. Then it’s bedtime. That is the PERFECT time to start scratching that itch that he can’t reach. To move about. Knead the floor. Jump off the bed. Come back on the bed. (He is so short that he can’t come up by himself, I have to pick him up.)  Although the transfer of O to her room was pretty smooth, and DH is back in the bedroom, now he is back in the living room because of the dog.  This morning at 1:45 am I really was going to kill him.  I feel like I haven’t had good sleep in over week. He’s only been here for 5 days, but it feels like eternity. And I am counting down the days of when my parents come back. It can’t be soon enough!  Tonight, he will not be sleeping on the couch while we watch TV. Instead he will be on the hard wood floor being uncomfortable while he waits to go to sleep.

Freaking DOG!

I found this today, which is super appropriate on how my days have been going:

You can see more of his dog here.


About RidgewoodMom

Thirtysomething mom of a baby girl. First and only baby, possibly. First baby amongst my close friends. These are the trials, frustrations and lessons I have learned in raising a single child in New York.
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