People-Sick

I am so ready for the kids to be home. I miss them, I do, but this dog sitting is starting to become a lesson in love that is harder than I ever imagined.

I just added up: I have let the dogs out at least 70 times in the past two weeks, mopped the floor over 56 times, re-made the big bed five times and shook out the blankets on Lennon's bed nearly every day. I have cleaned up messes of various and incredibly creative sorts for people-sick dogs, washed my hands so many times that my skin is dry and cracking, so when I went to get my medicine out yesterday I split the skin on my thumb and it is throbbing. That means it matches my other thumb that Eben bit through the other day. My toes are bruised and one is bleeding where I walked into a table hurrying to go upstairs to let them out when I woke up late and because of that I wore sandals, then one of them stepped on my bare toes! This morning, Joplin got so excited she jumped up and caught me with her nails, leaving a scratch from my neck half way down to my waist.

I am evidently not a good shepherd of beasts. Thank goodness Chauncey is an only "child."

Please let my sense of humor hold out until tomorrow night!