Here's a day where I just absolutely can not remember anything.
Gabriel, acting like a squirrel at breakfast. Why am I taking his picture? Why is he acting like a squirrel. Why are those nails so gross? <barf>
And the boys leaving for school in the morning. Why, oh why did I take Oliver's photo? Is it because I love that shirt? Is it because his bike was new? I dunno. I can't remember.
I'll tell you what I do remember in glaring detail...
Every morning I take the murder mutt outside to do some desensitizing training. While the kids walk by or ride by on their wheeled thingies, we sit, and he is rewarded for not barking, lunging, or standing. So I had him on a leash in the garage when the boys were leaving, and when I reached up to the bike rack, he lunged at something, and my finger was ripped on....something....something sharp. The whole tip of my finger was torn on the side.
I took a picture for sweet Dave who was out of town.
It hurt SO bad. We did not do training that day.
Instead, I holed up inside and contemplated my life's choices that brought me to this point.
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