The lowest point, thus far, came at 4am when I found myself standing outside on a lawn chair cutting down wind chimes with kitchen shears because I couldn’t reach the hook. Why do we even have wind chimes? Why would anyone have wind chimes!
The puppy was crying. Justin was crying because the puppy was crying. So I probably made the worst possible move and let Buddy out of the crate for a potty break. Only he didn’t make it.
So I found myself with two crying babies scrubbing doodie from the carpet. And the sound of the wind chimes…clang, clang, clang. That was just too much.
But, then, there is this…