Night at the Roberts' (almost as exciting as Night at the Museum)

Let me tell you about my nights. I have a four year old in the bed with me. Charlie has the good fortune of sleeping most of the night in the den, so he does not get kicked. When he does come to bed, he brings the dog with him. This morning I woke up at 5 to pee (I am almost 40 and I cannot sleep an entire night without getting up to go. 5 was doing good for me – it is usually about 2). I stepped on something that felt a little spongy – but I did not let my bare foot go all of the way to the floor. I decided to turn the light on and look (even though I did not want to know). Well, you guessed it – it was doggie poop. Four little douples. By this time, aforementioned husband and dog were back in the den sleeping. I could not yell about the poop. I cleaned up the carpet, Febreezed, took a shower and went back to bed with my hair wet. I had forgotten to turn my MP3 player on (it must be turned on for it to play music when the alarm goes off), so I over slept by about 40 minutes. Luckily, I had already bathed and my hair was almost dry.



The good news – I made it to town, dropped Brady off and went to Mcdonalds for our office tea fix of the morning and still made it to work by 8:35.