When Shaun got off work...

When Shaun got off work he scraped me off the couch and we took the dogs to the park. I think we all needed that.

Handsome fellas. 😍

Rose is just now 7 months old and pretty much the same size as Cubba.

Sitting pretty. Pardon her face. She plays hard.

😂😂😂 Rose looking wild. Definitely my kid.

Look, I love Shaun like the whole world, but...

Look, I love Shaun like the whole world, but my love for him will never compare to Bastian's.  Bastian is inconsolable at night when Shaun goes to bed and in the morning when he goes to work.  When Shaun comes home he is greeted not first by me, but BASTIAN.  He MUST hold the kitty (who stands up and reaches for him like a toddler) and let the kitty repeatedly punch him in the chin with his forehead while digging claws into his shoulders.  That is the rule and if Shaun doesn't follow it he doesn't get a minute of peace from this meowing cat up under his feet.

I don't know how long Shaun has been in bed, but this cat JUST NOW calmed down and came to sit by me.  FINALLY.  It's hard to get anything done (or any sleep) with him crying.

I really thought I was on the upswing, but I'm not.

I really thought I was on the upswing, but I'm not. Time to cobble together a passable 20-minute presentation for tomorrow. 😟😞

I wish I could lay on this background...

Not even upset. 😂😂😂❤️

Little did I know...

Little did I know that the closer I got to achieving my goals, the more frequently I'd fall apart and struggle.  All I can say now is:  IT HAD BETTER BE WORTH IT.

I am SORE.

I am SORE. Today the kids and I put together a doghouse and spread hay for cushion / warmth. Gross story incoming.

😂😂😂💩💩💩

Cubba shitted and Rose ate it before it even hit the ground. I have never seen a dog do that. Eat poop, yes. Straight from the ass, no.