I'm so stinkin' tired!!

My beloved husband is in Washington DC for a meeting. Usually, I go to bed around 9:00-9:30 p.m. after I mix and switch my Flolan. I seem to do really well if I get about 10 hours of sleep. Then I don't need to usually take a nap and I end up having a pretty good day, PH-wise. Well, with Rod out of town, I have horse and dog duty. Honestly, horse duty is significantly easier than dog duty. With the horses, all that has to be done on a daily basis is fill their two water tanks and give them each a coffee can full of sweet feed. When it's warm like this, we also need to spray a little fly spray on them. The dogs, on the other hand, are....well, if you've read any of the entries for this blog, you know how to finish that sentence. The biggest difference between doggy responsibilities when Rod is home and when he is gone, is the "going to bed ritual." Like I said before, I usually go to bed around 9:00-9:30. Rod will work around the house or watch TV for another hour or so and then put the dogs down for the night. The routine is to take them out to "do their business" then put them in the laundry room, opening the dryer for a "night-light" of sorts, shut off the room light, close the door and call it good.
It sounds so easy, so simple when it's in print. Living it, is another story...

I've been having to stay up later because the "boys" can't "hold it" for 10 or more hours. They're good for about 8-9. So...here's how it has been "going-down" with me at the helm:

10:00- Mix Flolan, switch cassettes and take my nightly medicine.
10:30- Take the dogs outside to do "their business."
10:40- Still walking around in the yard, in my socks, in my pajamas, trying to convince Asa and Haver to "be good boys and go potty..."
10:45- Still walking, still in the wet yard, still in my socks...
10:50- Walking the dogs into the laundry room from the garage...Haver goes right in and lays down on his bed (yes, you read that correctly!)
10:52- Trying to get Asa into the laundry room. He's refusing. I'm trying to drag him up the two stairs into the laundry room from the garage....by his collar...Asa pretending to "choke out" making gagging noises, until I take my hands off his collar, then he runs like a "Bat our of He**" back to the yard.
10:55- Still trying to get Asa up the two stairs into the laundry room...him still fake gagging, even when I try to push his a** up the stairs instead of dragging him by the collar....
11:00- Finally, by some miracle, Asa is in the laundry room, the "night-light" is on, the overhead light is off and the door is shut. I'm telling the pups "Night-night" through the door.
11:10- I'm upstairs in bed, feeling so bad about being mad at the dogs...
11:15- Going back downstairs and going into the laundry room to tell them that I love them and that I'm sorry I got mad.

8:00 a.m.- Kicking myself for letting Asa get to me and especially for feeling bad for getting grumpy at them and waisting precious sleep time going back downstairs to tell them "I'm sorry."


This is the third night, I'm going to try a new trick. I'm going to bring the guys back into the house through the deck door. Asa will think he's not going to have to go into the "dreaded laundry room" to go night-night. Then, once I get him in the house, I'll drag him across the LEVEL floor, (no stairs) into the laundry room! With his furry little paws, he ought to actually slide! It will be a piece of cake!!


OK, all...WISH ME LUCK!!!



Thanks for reading.

Annette