Where were we...

Oh yeah, we'd just had a visit to the doctor.

Since then, there was a day full of vomiting and fever inspired cuddles (next time, it'd be better if the puking and cuddling weren't simultaneous - yeah, I'm looking at you Maxdon!), there was a daycare found, a daycare rejected (the whole daycare odyssey is a post in itself.), proof that my fanaticism for my dogs is out of control (but not unwarranted! They're good dogs. Mike is on the floor laughing now.), a visit to the zoo (We forgot the camera, so we have no evidence of this trip. Had we taken photos, they all would have consisted of a kid surrounded by exotic animals desperately trying to get a better view of the ball in the rare and beautiful animal's cage. A trip to a ball pool would have been better received.), and of course, all of the regular day to day stuff that you can't hide from.

Reading this, my exhaustion is hard to justify. The past week doesn't seem so busy, but it's that day to day stuff that takes it's toll. Hmmm.. Or maybe it's that the day to day stuff is now being taken care of at night (So, should it be night to night stuff instead?).

It's almost midnight. Mike's holed up in his office working. I'm in my office working. In just a few hours, our human alarm will go off and the cycle will start again. During all of this, Sancho and Lola will sleep, have healthy snacks handed to them from the high chair, and go on day long excursions near the beach. Oh, to live the life of a dog - a dog in the Fife household that is.