Just back home with the 4 least of my offspring after a trip to the library. Always a good idea, and one that I enjoy more afterward when we're here in bed tucked up with our separate piles. Bliss, for sure. I'm not so keen on crowds, with the continual watching of young ones, keeping an eagle eye on my little girls especially, just proves that mothering is exhausting. I can only let my guard down at our house. Goodness. Glad to be back, but it was good to go as well.
It's a beautiful day besides. Quite breezy and a perfect clothes-drying day. Middle daughter washed her sheets and I just hung them out. The pugs were enjoying a sit-down earlier in the sunshine and their coats smelled all warm and cozy when we brought them back in. Violet turns into a noodle when she gets warm and just melts into your arms if you have to pick her up. Her brain melts as well, and has selective hearing loss when she has to come in the house at what she considers an inopportune time.
Opal, our shepherd, is especially difficult to get back into the house. Her favorite thing to do in life is to run up and down the fence-line with the 2 dogs next-door (whose owner I love, though I'm not so keen on her big dogs---barking fools that they are). Anyway, I was hanging out those sheets and the big dogs were out with me. Middle daughter called Opal to come in so she could let out the pugs (Opal tends to enjoy grabbing Violet around her middle and tossing her---not a good idea, though Violet thinks it's a stitch). Opal high-tailed it into the house in an instant. I asked middle daughter what her trick was and she answered me with, "I said, Opal, come inside." Then she cracked up. The joke's on me because I don't get
no respect from Opal---often being driven to crack the wooden spoon against the door frame to get any response. Maybe if I talk all sweet and adorable it'd work. Not likely.
Now off to read. Dogs all napping in the house. Neighbor dogs quiet as well. It's waffles and some sort of sausage balls for dinner...the sausage will stretch further if I do those. It's all about the cafeteria-style, loading up the plates mentality around here. A girl could go crazy with the amount of food and toilet paper this household goes through. Man alive.
(opal looking all smarmy for the camera back when it snowed)
