I’m generally feeling stretched, scattered and frazzled at the moment, and the reasons for this are many, but one thing I am sure of is that NaBloPoMo is responsible for me inflicting some benign neglect on our puppy in the evenings.
There is a little bit of time when I make room for the blog after my youngest has gone to bed, and I’ve noticed that I’m waiting to take the dog out until he starts to do a quiet little whimper (which means he really has to go).
Tonight, I was also confronted by the remains of a disemboweled cushion, scattered across the hallway into our home office, which means that several of us were not paying sufficient attention to the dog at some point during the evening. I can’t answer for the other family members, but I’ve got NaBloPoMo for my excuse.
More about the messes in my life tomorrow, if I’m still feeling like it. Meh.