Quarantine Log Day 19

The dogs… They’ve been wanting to write again, but I’m a tad concerned by what they might have to say.

Perhaps tomorrow, they can have a chance to share their experiences again.

But for tonight, I want to say I’m so grateful for these little furballs. They’re cute and sweet, they sing to fire sirens, and they tolerate a whole bunch of crap from the tiny humans.

The tiny humans have somehow manipulated me into doing most of their chores…

Mostly because I’m trying to control my temper, and in a small prison, that’s getting harder by the day.

I’ve cleaned the living room a hundred times.

Not exaggerating.

I’ve washed six million loads of dishes.

I’ve created a hundred thousand different meals.

One I found, which nobody else likes, fits my WW point plan as ZERO points, and I’m pretty dang excited.

I ate most of it before documenting it’s beauty. Sorry.

I am glad that I’d already established a “Mom only” cabinet, too, and so far that’s being respected. So maybe we aren’t as uncivilized as I thought.

I’m afraid of what next week looks like when we start up online school again…

But until then, I’ll keep cleaning up behind my vermin. I’ll keep feeding them. I’ll keep loving them. But maybe from six feet apart.