on my list

Bridget and Henry's typical relationship: He's either completely ambivalent (seen here) or just wants to play, while she's flattened out, ready to destroy him.

Bridget and Henry are both on my list this morning.

It all started last night. CJ and I went to bed last night around 10:30; I immediately fell asleep and he stayed up to read for a bit. I must've been tired, because I was told I was snoring. Something woke me up and I couldn't get back to sleep until well after midnight. At some point, Bridget broke into our room, and at some point, I remember her leaving and me shutting the door again. And then for what seemed to be hours -- it was probably more like 10 minutes -- Henry whined and wouldn't stop, which is unusual for him; usually we put him in his crate between 10-11 pm and we don't hear a peep from him until morning. This morning, CJ woke me up because he couldn't find his keys, and then Henry started whining around 8:30. That, and Bridget got back into the room after CJ left around 6 am, and wouldn't leave me alone. She can't just sit on the bed and be, she has to be right up in my face at the crack of dawn. And why wouldn't she, since she spends her entire day sleeping and her entire night doing who knows what? (Yep, looks about right... It's almost 11 am and she's about konked out on the couch. Such a rough life.) So, it wasn't a good night's sleep for me, and I'm in a tired, sarcastic, grouchy mood.

My problem is that I try to keep Saturday mornings as sacred as possible. I still like to sleep in until at least 10 if I can, and if I can't, then I want to be up drinking a cup of coffee in peace and quiet. This selfishness is exactly why I'm not ready for kids.

So at 8:30, grumpy, I got up and let Henry out and then put him back in his crate for a little while (don't think he didn't give me a run for my money, running through the house, dodging me, knocking out everything in his path). Once I got him in the crate, he whined a little and finally quieted down, and then all of a sudden, he started howling and crying in pain. I don't know why, but it looks like he was trying to bite the crate and got his mouth and teeth stuck around the grates. (By the way, who makes these things and why do they not think that dogs might get stuck in them?) I somehow managed to get him free, and in the moments following, I was still shaking from it, and he was wagging his tail, ready to play.

I discovered this morning that he really likes ice cubes, so I was feeding him multiple ice cubes in an attempt to keep him occupied, but that only lasted so long. He then ran into our bedroom numerous times to mess with the cat. I took a video of it and thought about posting it, but then I figured PETA would come after me or something.

Yeah ... definitely not ready for kids.