This is my current living room floor. The dog was crying and begging at my feet while I nursed the baby.. after putting the baby to bed I tried everything to make him happy. I fed him, played with him, asked if he wanted to potty, everything. He still just sat by his bucket of toys and cried. So I dumped them out everywhere trying to see what he wanted. I finally, finally realized what he was looking for. His dumb rawhide that I'd put on the shelf when his friend came over to play and they fought over it. He couldn't find it and was crying over it. I swear Chunky is worse than any kid I've ever met.
And then there are the thank you notes, my shoes, the groceries that didn't have to go in the fridge and the pile of empty boxes waiting to be filled. Yup. Messy house. No motivation to do anything but sit on the sofa. Instead I blog and complain about the new Facebook.
Ugh. I hate packing and moving.
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