A blurry photo of Jose in his enemy's bed.
The daughter who refuses to sleep.
She is quiet though.
Technically, we call nap time, quiet time at our house.
Yep, our living room is a giant dog room.
The son, who is, in spite, of his desire to achieve perfect attendance,
stayed home sick today.
He feels better but last eve had a fever.
Quiet time for me.
Uninterrupted use of the computer.
Everyone but the cat is up now and the day moves onward.
Drop-offs, pickups, Doctor appointments, Basketball games,dog walks, dinner.