Saturday, June 14, 2008
Breakfast for Dinner
You know, when I was growing up it was a treat to get breakfast at dinner time. I never got up early enough as a kid to actually eat breakfast in the mornings (except for the rare summer spent at grandma's house... who would dream of missing HER biscuits and gravy?) This morning when I got off work a few of my co-workers and I went to the Waffle House a few miles from the hospital. So it was actually breakfast time... but it was dinner for us because we were all going home afterwards to sleep. It was fun. And I never get to do it because I usually have to come straight home to make sure Henry isn't alone since Jason takes so much weekend call at the hospital. I did forget one thing, however. The dog had been in his kennel for over 12 hours while I was working, and the extra 2 hours I spent eating and chatting with friends was evidently just too long for him to hold it... soooo.... I spent another half an hour cleaning the dog and his kennel. Now he is safely in the backyard with his food and water dish. I'll let him join me for a nap later before it gets too hot outside. Tonight I'll have to call the neighbor to let him out around 10pm to do his business. Usually Jason is home to take care of this. I guess this is the price I pay for that moment of silence I enjoyed yesterday.