December 08, 2008


When my husband is gone, my bedtime creeps later and later. I have begun the process of pushing it back to where it needs to be to match my husband's sleep cycle. So Saturday was my last hurrah and I was going to go to bed early last night.

I let Charlie outside one last time, and I noticed he was spending a suspicious amount of time in the garden. We came back in the house, went upstairs, and he immediately crawled under the bed and barfed.

Had he mathematically calculated, he couldn't have done a better job of finding the middle of our queen sized bed. So I'm squeezed under the bed, my arm stretched as far as it will go, scooping up vomit.

Then I notice that the genius dog has also barfed all over his front paws. So into the bathtub he goes.

Guess who didn't really go to bed early last night?

Sleep shifting starts tonight...


Posted by Sarah at December 8, 2008 08:45 AM | TrackBack

I'm LMAO. I'm sorry. I really am. But that's the funniest thing I've read all morning. :)

Posted by: airforcewife at December 8, 2008 11:53 AM

I thought my canines had the corner on the doggy brain trust market. I apologize. I'm sure it was because Charlie spent entirely too much time with Henry & Annie this summer. They were a bad influence on his mojo.

Posted by: Guard Wife at December 8, 2008 04:39 PM

Sounds like motherhood :)

Posted by: Green at December 8, 2008 08:01 PM

2 quick questions -first, for the non-military among us (although great supporters of...) - does single digits mean he comes back in under 10 days, weeks or months?
and second, could you give us an update on the outcome of your lasik procedure? I've been thinking of encouraging my 27 year old daughter to consider it (and maybe offering to pay for 1/2) but your story concerned me and I never did read a resolution. You just stopped mentioning it. I hope that means that everything is good now, but I'd love a few more details and some closure if there is any.

PS as always, LOVE YOUR BLOG and am rooting for you in all you do. You are an awesome young woman. (written by a somewhat older one )

Posted by: Amy at December 8, 2008 10:57 PM

Good thing he is so darn cute! I'm not sure it is any sillier than Moo eating a 3-pound bag of Starburst then puking on the bed. He probably just needs an extra tummy rub.

Posted by: Butterfly Wife at December 9, 2008 04:59 PM