My Mop Can Tell Time
Today my kids stayed after school for their first art class of the year.
I felt weird all day knowing that I didn't even have to leave the house to pick them up until 4 o'clock. I felt like I was shirking my parental responsibilities.
But I wasn't the only one who felt uneasy. At about 2:30 when I would normally be leaving the house, the dog started pacing by the front door. By 3:15 when we would normally be home, she started barking at the front door. By the time I left at 4:00 she was in a downright tizzy.
I didn't even think she liked the kids that much.
Have I mentioned Buffy the Wonder Puppy before? No? Well, you must meet her.
She is five pounds of fluff and attitude with pink bows. And she needs a haircut.
I felt weird all day knowing that I didn't even have to leave the house to pick them up until 4 o'clock. I felt like I was shirking my parental responsibilities.
But I wasn't the only one who felt uneasy. At about 2:30 when I would normally be leaving the house, the dog started pacing by the front door. By 3:15 when we would normally be home, she started barking at the front door. By the time I left at 4:00 she was in a downright tizzy.
I didn't even think she liked the kids that much.
Have I mentioned Buffy the Wonder Puppy before? No? Well, you must meet her.
She is five pounds of fluff and attitude with pink bows. And she needs a haircut.
Labels: family, free time, get to know me, kids, life at home, pets, school
posted by Major Mom at 8:33 PM
Karen is a military wife and stay-at-home mother to a seven-year-old daughter and a five-year-old son. A Boston native who’s lived in the Shreveport-Bossier area for eight years, she spends most of her time volunteering at her kids’ school, supporting her husband, playing with her friends and watching her hair turn gray. In between, she writes about her life here on her blog.
2 Comments:
i swear...I learn something new about you everyday! How long have you had this "mop"?
Three long years. We got her in the middle of my husband's last deployment as a distraction.
It didn't work, and I'm still picking up stray poop.
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