Well I decided I need to do something productive with my free time (ha ha) so here I am. Blogging. The little monster child is asleep in my arms, her first nap of the day, an hour before bath and bed. Seriously?! I really have no clue how she manages to stay awake the entire day when I could fall asleep any second, then passes out right before bed so I have to wake her up... then comes the screaming, the tantrums, and me inserting earplugs. She'll be 10 months old on Sunday. Every month I wrongly assume that her emotions will level out and I'll have a sweet girl to spend my days with. Wrong, wrong, wrong! She's blasting straight from colic to terrible twos, and on to teenage angst all in the span of a year. I love her, but boy can she be a pain in the bum.
If dealing with my sweet/sour monster baby wasn't enough we have this new puppy Wendy who I'm fairly certain is mentally unstable. She spends most of her time outside with our other depressed dog Trixy. Wendy spends her days making piles of things all over the back yard. She's a hoarder. She doesn't chew, she collects. Trixy silently looks on terrified that she's going to get in to trouble. This morning me and monster baby went outside to see the dogs (or Dougs to monster baby) and we notice Wendy acting strange. I walk over and she is sitting there with a huge palmetto bug (roach) sitting on her paw. It's fully alive and the two of them are just hanging out. I managed to not have a big induced panic attack and quickly went inside to leave pally the palmetto and Wendy alone.
Got to run the monster just woke up!
