Oldest son has a new work schedule for this week, well, until Thursday, that requires him to work from 10pm 'til 5am. Isn't that wretched? He just finished the first night of these hours. And, being the mother that I am, was awake and making a bathroom run at 5:19am, just minutes before he pulled up into the driveway. Such is a mother's love. That homing in quality is amazing to me. I was able to pray him home the rest of the way (takes him about 25-30 minutes to get here from the store), and was so grateful to hear him unlock the door and come into the house.On the downside, the dogs thought it was a jolly time to make noise, greet the son and do their morning routines. I ignored them until just after 6am, then took care of their nonsense. By the way, it's dark at 6 o'clock.
And I am *not* happy about this. Forget the new work hours. I'm talking about the dogs! I foresee that the new *oh goody, it's time to go outside and eat breakfast* routine will continue on into the rest of the week. Grrrrr.
Must search out some humor in the situation, but haven't found any so far. Doesn't help that the kids went through 2 gallons of milk, this weekend, in a 24 hour period, so that I have to make a trip to the drugstore before they all get up.
Man, I'm cranky. But, the thing is, five hours of sleep just isn't enough!
(photo not our dog....thankfully)
