White Flag

It never fails. Every time he leaves, a host of things go wrong. He'd probably say this is because we depend on him for so much, but I just chalk it up to my incredibly bad luck. He's been gone for 24 hours. Here's what has happened in the last 24-

(Note: The following are bolded for emphasis.)

•  I discovered the rain totally fried our electric fence.


• A few hours later, the dogs discovered it, too.


• Drifter ran away.


• I rejoiced. (Ha! I'm only half serious).


•  I brought Holly inside, but I had to literally drag her- kicking and screaming because she did not want to cross the line. While I'm holding her, trying to show her it's okay- I also have Baby K on my hip because he refused to be put down without emitting Baby K screams.

*Enter a few moments of peace.

•  K starts freaking out, something he hadn't done all week. Consequently, Holly starts pacing and wondering what's wrong with her tiny human.


• I hear whining at the door. Drifter is back- great.


• I take the dogs outside. They stay on the porch- barking at every single movement outside. This makes it pretty difficult to get my whiny babe to sleep.

*Baby K did sleep all night once he finally drifted off to sleep!

• I awake to an unhappy little one and this continues the rest of the day.


• I run out of chocolate. Disaster.


• Battery on car is shot. Took her to Walmart and they told me they hadn't seen a car like that and would be unable to change the oil or replace the battery. Umm? Whatev.

Where's my white flag? I surrender.

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