This weekend the girls and their little girls came to the house. We had a great time. I think all the babes would say that the puffs were the best part of their day!!
Scruff MaGruff did not get to attend the party. I was afraid he would be so excited that he would bother the kids. He is very, very protective of kids. He does not like it when adults pick up a baby and they start crying- he will run over there and check it out and act like he is going to attack the parents if they do not put the baby down. It is very funny!
Scruff went to stay at his GanDaddy and GanMama's house. He loves staying there. Friday night, they were in Oxford and he went home with them and stayed until we picked him up Sunday afternoon.
When Scruff does not want to leave, he hides when I pack up his toys and say, "Let's go." Sunday, Scruff ran to the car so he was ready to go.
When we got home Sunday night, I worked on lesson plans and graded papers until about 10:35. I know, I know, hold your applause. I was so behind that it had to be done.
Scruff, for some reason, does not like when I work at the computer so of course he was whining and wanted to play fetch. I would get aggravated and throw it and he would bring it right back.
About 11, I am ready to go to bed and I say to Scruff, " Ready to go to bed?" He takes off running to our bedroom. I get ready to lay down and I see it.
Scruff had peed all over J's side of the bed- bad but funny that he did not do it on my side.
Why oh why did he do that?
I was so mad.He immediately hides and I scream for him to go get in his little house- his cage. He runs in there.
I take the cage and put in the laundry room- he is in serious trouble. I plan on him staying the night in there.
I scrub and spray and clean the bed. Notice the word I...hmm.
Well, J and I decide that there is no way we can sleep in the bed so we will have to sleep on the guest bed.
We lay down and we could not get comfortable.
The quote of the night was this:
J: I don't what happened to this bed but we don't fit anymore. Somebody grew.
O: Well if you are implying that someone is me, you can leave and sleep in the pee bed.
J: Oh, I'm not I promise....
O: Whateva
(No comments needed here because we both know we both grew :) )
As we were laying there, J kept saying, " Scruff MaGruff is going to be mad at his mom. He's going to love his dad and hate his mom. Are you going to get him out of the laundry room or not?"
Every 5 minutes he would say this. I kep saying no, he has to learn his lesson. But then I started thinking- What if he chokes on something and dies because I am not in there? What if this and what if that?
So about 12:30 I get Scruff out of prison and he is so excited.
If God allows J and I to ever have kids, I can already tell that discplining my children is going to hurt my heart and I will be a softie.
We had a restless night that night- tossing and turning. You know how sometimes you sleep but you are awake every 30 minutes and it never feels like you really relax- that was me.
I . was. exhausted.
The next day, I tell his GanDaddy and GanMama that he did this and you know what GanDaddy said?
Well, Ollie if you would take him out every once in a while he wouldn't have done that.
