Welcome Monday: No Going Back To Bed Now
She rolled in poop.
It’s as if something or someone always knows when: your husband is out of town, it’s the last week of your 3-night-a-week seminary student guest (and their finals week), the girls’ musical at school week, and your only day to relax and have no one bother you from 8:30 until 2:45.
Cuz that’s when the dog escapes and goes romping in the creek.
Before 7:30 am.
And you’re being Super Mom and making omelettes.
You could chase her like a maniac, but she’d only laugh with her tongue hanging out of the side of her mouth, as she looked over her shoulder as if to say, “Oh cool Mom! You love the creek too! Top of the morning to you!”
So, you take another sip of coffee, and herd the cats (two precious girls) to the car, while assuring the seminary student, “the pup will return, don’t panic, bet she’s having a great romp. Yes, you left the gate open, but she’s having a blast so don’t stress and concentrate on your finals!” Then take a spin around the block just in case she’s visiting neighbors, because she’s also a social butterfly dog. When the Bluetooth rings in the car and the girls shout, “Hooray!!” knowing that the unknown number call means she’s coming home.
Then it’s hugs and kisses and dropping off at school when a text comes through, “She’s home!” At 8 am you walk in the front door as the now-vindicated seminary student comes in the back and sighs, “She’s in the backyard!” You hug and reassure the student and as they leave, you decide to pet the runner…
You open the back door and discover she’s rolled in runny shit.
Ah! Welcome, Monday!!! It’s why we love you so!!! Life is good. And yes, I’m chuckling too. Time for a second cup of coffee and a sigh!!