practice?
It's 3:20am. At 2:30 the dog banged on the door of his crate insistently and since this is not normal I figured his schedule was just off since Adam had come in late (about 1:45 or 2) from his company holiday party...I let him out and have since followed him around the house cleaning up after him as he's been violently ill. I'll spare you the details. Count yourself lucky. Adam hasn't moved. He probably doesn't even know that I'm not in the bed or that Dusty is puking in the corner behind the chair AGAIN. Is this what it's like to have a kid? I'm afraid.