Vacation, Day 3

Laying on your back on a merry-go-round and watching the trees spin, as I did just this morning, really puts all things into perspective.  And by that, I mean the fact that nothing really matters.  I mean in the end.  Today, it matters that my kids are happy and healthy, but in one hundred years, nobody will care.  But while having this epiphany on the merry-go-round, it didn't seem nearly as depressing as I'm making it sound here.  It was actually breathtaking and awe-inspiring.  Maybe I slid without realizing and too much blood rushed into my head. 

The merry-go-round was really the highlight of my day.  I also took the kids swimming and that was fun, but after that the day broke into more of a downward spiral, as follows:

Car needs further repairs immediately.
Dogs were not properly kenneled.
Dogs ate couch.
Dogs opened cat litter box and evenly distributed cat feces throughout laundry room.
Dogs ate everything in reach in Mae's room.
Dogs dragged bathroom trash all over bathroom floor.
Dogs dragged kitchen trash all over kitchen and living room floors.

(Mae was not targeted; the dogs can open her door via headbutting with great force).

The dogs have now been properly kenneled.  Remember a few blogs ago, where I said how nice it is that my dogs can frolic freely throughout the house since I work from home?  Yeah, that is nice.  But this is what happens if I'm gone for FOUR hours, all because I work from home and they are spoiled rotten.  On a regular day, they spend little to no time in their kennels or without human companionship.  If I walk out the front door to take the trash to the bin, I can hear them whining the entire time. 

Now that I put it in writing, this seems all too familiar.  This is exactly what happened with our kids.  I worked from home; they became too attached to me.  But the great thing about kids is that they get older and make friends and then decide that parents are boring.  Dogs aren't like that.  They always like people. 

I suppose I'll just have to outlive them.  At some point, they will become 'old dogs' and not have nearly as much energy.  In the meantime, let's just hope that they don't start wrapping themselves around my ankles when they see me preparing to leave, then start crying and begging me not to go.