A comfy leggings/tunic combo was necessary for a busy Monday yesterday (confession: I repeated it from Sunday night, but who's watching?). My sweet shih tzu Monti needed eye surgery so I brought him in the morning and picked him up after work. Everything went well and he is doing fine, but he was pretty unhappy to be wearing a cone around his neck and literally did not stop whining for more than an eight minute stretch of time—all. night. long. Today I am frazzled and sleep deprived (read: word vomit), and seriously questioning how (if) I can ever have children (let alone the fact that I could barely carry Monti and my bag and my coffee mug into the house at once yesterday). I have a new appreciation for my mom and dad who lost many a night's sleep on my account—be it illness, broken bones or a broken heart. I guess the bottom line is that we care about our babies—human and otherwise—so much that we feel pained with they are suffering and just want to give them comfort and love, even if it means a night's sleep lost. And if and when I ever decided to have kids of my own I'm sure I'll figure it out, but for now my hands are plenty full with a feisty little dog named Montague, who makes my day every afternoon when I walk through the door to his wagging tail.
Mamma, take this off of me please!
PS: Isn't this rug amazing? My mom made it—check out her Etsy store.