But I’m not because the dog is in bed next to me, methodically chewing and tearing apart one of her toys. While this would have been annoying a week or two ago, tonight I am grateful. She has been an absolute wreck for the past week, with the boys gone and summer thunderstorms rolling in. I’ve never seen her so anxious, so stressed, so scared. It has been a rough week for both of us.
So I’m happy to have her here in bed with me, keeping me awake, acting her normal spaz self again, fluff hanging out of her mouth. More storms are due in the next day or two but for now I’m appreciating this little respite.
You know, I did not get a dog to supplant or add to my constant worry over the children. But that is what has happened.
But really tho I do need to sleep. Make me sleep. Work your magic. Sing me songs, tell me bedtime stories, stroke my hair, whisper secrets, make everything okay.
Maybe we’ll see each other in my dreams.
