Jealousy

Look at him... So cute... So relaxed... Not a care in this world. Obviously he has not missed a meal and knows exactly where his next meal is coming from, so what else is there to fret about?

Someone (me) just freshly washed his bedding, and now it is all soft and fluffy and begging him to take a delicious nap in it. And he kindly obliges.

I'm so jealous.

I'm jealous of my dog.

I'm jealous of... My dog.

What does this say about me?

I could use a nap. I could use relaxation. I could definitely handle someone washing all my bedding and then getting to take a deep sleep in it.

But I don't get to. I get to diffuse toddler battles and keep noses free of boogers. All day. Every day. It's what I do. It's who I've become.

Woe, woe is me.

Again, I ask you, what does this say about me?

I think it says: 1) Maybe I could use a little break. We all need one sometimes. 2) I'm at the tail end of my 'work' week taking care of other people's children. 3) I recently stopped nursing Miss Peaches during the night and it kind of messed with my hormones a little bit. 4) I really like snuggling up in freshly washed bedding. Always have, always will. That one has nothing to do with sleep or hormone levels... I just always want to do that.

Maybe some day soon I will get to stretch out in such blissful, carefree relaxation.

Maybe some day soon I too will cock an eye open at whoever is disturbing my slumber as if to say, "Do you mind?" and they will respectfully leave me alone.

Maybe some day.

In the meantime, I'll take comfort in knowing that at least I don't have to scoot across the carpet to scratch my own... You know what.