Now almost three quarters of a hour has gone by and I still have not managed to 1) pee and 2) get a coffee down my throat. Now it is the chickens turn to eat. Luckily they are still in the garage so I don't yet have to trek out to the barn, but that will be changing soon since these little suckers are getting pretty big and stinky. I feed the chickens and change out the water that they insist on crapping and kicking bedding into. Get that all done and now I have to figure out how I am going to get in the shower without the kids killing one another. Somehow miraculously I always manage to clean myself. I have never been one of those moms that goes to drop their kid off in pajamas looking like a straight meth addict. I try to look like my sanity is semi-intact even if that is the furthest thing from the truth.
|I am totally one of those moms that wears workout clothes with NO intention of ACTUALLY working out though. And yes those are shape ups...I am that cool. Thank you very much.|
Now, after hearing all this, how am I supposed to PROPERLY train a dog? I am pretty sure that I am screwing it up. By the time we are all getting out the door to drop Noah off at camp I still have to feed the fish and get the dog to crap outside before we can venture off. Good lord. Is it a wonder that there is a thing called Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. I use to make fun of people that had it. What a jackass. I have been stricken. I am chronically fatigued.
Tahoe is wondering just what the hell he has gotten himself into.