Someone in my neighborhood (really, one of my close neighbors) has unleashed their hound of hell on me. It sounds like a 5 pound hound. Every damn morning at about 6:00 am, the friggin' yipping begins. It has been going non-stop until I am awake and plotting it's death and it has awaken my children. With Clint gone, I am unable to sleep well anyways. Remember I am a big big baby. Last night, I was able to fall asleep about 3:00 am or so. Of course at 6:00 am that dog began to yip and yap. I am afraid if this continues, I will have to murder either the dog or the owner. I do not do well without sleep. I mean I had to resort to Paxil when my children were babies. I am sure that had nothing to do with any kind of PostPartum Depression and everything to do with lack of sleep. Hey, shut up!!! It's my blog. I can be full of shit if I want to.
This will be my first blog. I am copying the big brother. Seems like I did that a lot growing up. A little background first. I am the only girl in a family of three kids. We are all grown with our own children and still (even being almost 31) that weirds me out. When did we become adults and what exactly does that mean. We still tease,poke, and prod each other. The funny thing? Now it feels like there is so much love behind it. It seems like we all except each other for our similarities and our differences. Maybe that is what makes us adults. Who knows .
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