Not that I actually didn't already have oodles of respect for them but last night I got my taste of what it must be like. We had massive thunderstorms here ALL last night (very unusual for the Pacific Northwest) which sent one of my dogs into an absolute meltdown. In her defense, she is a rescue and was shot (yep, with a shotgun) by her prior owner so I can understand how loud noises make her a little jumpy. However, her being up and crazed threw the other pup into a high state of confusion so they were both up and wanderinng the house all night. They wanted on the bed, they wanted off the bed, they wanted to go downstairs, they wanted to come upstairs, they wanted to dig a giant hole in our hardwood floors...that was my night.
I'm not kidding when I say it went on ALL night until finally around 4am I had the sense to make a "safe den" for the post-tramautic stress dog in our closet. Once I was in the safe house with her she calmed down significantly and I was able to catch a few winks on the floor of the closet until around 7am.
Top it off with the fact that I had a phone interview with a trade journalist first thing this morning that I stumbled my way through. Can't say I was at my best during that one!
Yeah, I don't know how you working parents do it. So let me tip my hat to you...and now i'm off to find myself some much-needed coffee.
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