4:37 am- Sleeping blissfully in my warm, comfty bed cuddled next to a hunk I call my husband.
4:38 am- Disturbed cries penetrate my dream and I begin to wonder what the awful noise is-- is it in my dream?
4:39 am- I'm half awake and remember we brought home a puppy last night. I wake up husband and we stare at the ceiling wondering what we're supposed to do next.
4:44 am- Hubby and I yank each other out of bed and walk toward the sounds of a tortured newborn baby, but it's our sweet little Scout (aka new puppy).
4:45 am- Hubby takes Scout out to do her business in the pouring rain. I stand on the porch feeling grateful that he is happily helping because this was my insane idea.
4:50 am- Hubby and Scout run laps up and down the front yard.
4:58 am- Julia joins Hubby and I in the family room with our wide-eyed, scampering puppy.
5:15 am- Julia falls asleep on the sofa while Hubby cuddles with Scout on the floor. The television emits the sights and sounds of ESPN. I smile and head back to my empty bed feeling a little guilty, but not guilty enough.
2 HOURS and 15 MINUTES LATER
7:30 am- The oohs and aahs begin again as the girls awake. I join the love fest and wonder aloud how many more early mornings we'll have with Scout. Hubby replies--a lot!
2 comments:
Good thing she is so darn cute!
Guess that's why having six week old twins made it easier to deal with the puppy??? Maybe...still dealing with all three!!!
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