I am sooo ready for Nate to get home. I have missed him more than I thought I would and the kids most certainly have. Between the kids & the dogs (Abby particularly), I need my husband back!
Emily has missed Nate very much. She asks me every 10 minutes “Mommy, where Daddy?” I tell her that Daddy is at work, she repeats that, and then tells me “Want Daddy!” I know, baby, I know. I do too. Last night, she woke up 5 times. 10:30 pm, 12:00, 1:00, 1:30, 3:00. Each time, asking loudly “Where Daddy? Want Daddy!”
(Gee, do you think she’s a daddy’s little girl?)
I tried to figure out why she kept waking up last night when normally she is a very good sleeper. Then it dawned on me – Emily is used to not seeing Daddy before she goes to bed (he often works late) but she often sees him when we tuck her in one last time before we go to bed. It’s usaully just a quick hug & kiss, but she does see her Daddy. I think she was waking up last night and hoping to find Daddy home then. Of course he wasn’t and then she’d wake up again later. Poor little girl. I am so tired right now though! I don’t do well with interrupted sleep.
Nathan misses Daddy too, but at least he understands what is going on. I can show him on the map or his favorite Google Maps where exactly Daddy has been. It’s pretty neat.
Nate is back in NH now, but he has to go back to work for the afternoon. We’ll see him later this evening.
Oh my dogs. It’s pouring rain today and they do NOT like to go out in the rain. Teddy will go out when I prompt him, so he’s pretty good. But Abby absolutely refuses. I won’t let her in until I see her go potty outside because the instant I turn my back, she will go on my floor. And I hate dog messes on the floor and avoid them at all costs. Abby is so stubborn. Either that or she’s really not very smart. Probably a combination. She’s already pooped and peed on my porch and I had it after that. I took her out on the leash IN the rain myself (and Nate has my umbrella so all I had was a hoodie) and waited patiently for 10 minutes, all the while telling her “Hurry up, go potty, Abby!” Nothing. Absolutely nothing. All I get is the pitiful pug looks. So I hooked her leash to the fence. I’ve gone out every 10 minutes, unhooked her leash and walked around with her, telling her to go potty. The stupid dog refuses. Now she is still outside crying pitifully. (I did hook her to a spot where she is partially under the eaves so she’s not completely in the pouring rain.) *sigh* I don’t know how to get across to her that if she just uses the bathroom, she can come right inside.
Did I mention I am feeling horribly guilty right now, but it’s like a battle of who can hold out the longest and I can’t give in now.
I am so tired. And wet.