We had come home from Michael and Katie's; the kids take pity and feed us, well, fairly often, actually. I had taken care of some household chores and had just plopped down next to Simon in my big blue recliner, about 5:30 p.m. Simon and I reclined.
Bounce, bounce, bounce.
"Go away Schuster; I'm old; I need a nap!" (I didn't get to bed till 5 am this morning.)
Bounce, bounce, bounce.
Goofy little dog! The dogs get their supper at 5:30 pm, usually. How does he know it's 5:30, supper time?
"I need a nap. Who's the master here, little dog?" Ha! I refused to budge. Simon and I stayed reclined. Schuster went away. I fell gloriously asleep. For all of 20 minutes, when I more or less felt something (neuropathy!) chewing my fingers. Chewing my fingers! I hauled my arm back over the side of the chair.
Bounce, bounce, bounce.
It's 6:10. He's hungry. He's insistent. He's trying to chew Simon's nose. I got up and fed them, all.
It's not easy being a parent.