Nap Time!

The hours between 10am-2pm are specifically dedicated to nap time. Want to come in the yard during that time. No problem. Want to rob the house? Randi and Earl will help by showing you where I keep the good silver. (Little do they know that I just told them where I keep the good silver. Like I'd trust those two with any national secrets.) They are completely useless. However when I come home and need a nap it takes nearly an act of congress to make it happen.

First, I arrive home. "Hi, pack of dogs," I say. Then I push my way through the gate and push my way through the bouncing mass of legs. "What did you do today? No, get down. Did you play? No, get down. Did you play you run around while Sarah barks game? No, get down." At some point I usually yell, "leave her alone! She doesn't like you!" Once I finally get into the house I usually make my way back to the bedroom and lay down. No one is ever satisfied with this and they always have to jump on me or try to lick me or try to lay on me. It's not very peaceful.

The other problem is that Sarah doesn't eat unless I'm home. I usually get home about the same time as all the other kids so there are LOTS of thing to bark out. Which means that I usually get home. Lay down on my bed. Try to go to sleep with fidgeting dogs around me. Sarah sits outside and barks at nothing. Earl whines in the hallway. Clark tries to get all my attention and Randi tries not to be unadopted. Nobody ever really gets a nap and I usually end up more stressed than not.

It's even worse if I lay on my "nap" bed because on there, there's not enough room for everyone to take a nap and I have to do a dance to see who is going to sleep the closest to me.