Is it finally the weekend? I thought I’d never make it.
I’ve been logging some seriously long hours at camp this week and I’m just plain exhausted.
my eyelids weigh like 4lbs. so heavy.
On Monday AND Wednesday I pulled 10 hour shifts. Straight through, only 1 nap.
To add insult to injury, I think my mom is skimping on my lunch snacks. Seriously, around 3pm I hit this hypoglycemic low that feels like a brick wall and it takes everything out of me. I can’t even tell you the last time I had enough juice left in me to do a training run through. My body is too tired to think about fitness.
The worst part is that when I get tired I get super cranky, and have a little fuzzy brain. Guys I can’t help it, I’m just exhausted, but my mom told me that isn’t an excuse and I got two, count them TWO, timeouts this week.
My first day off from camp was Tuesday and everything was fine until the afternoon when I had a fuzzy brain episode. I haven’t been going in my iron prison much lately and have been enjoying a much longer leash of trust around the house, you know, within reason. When mom came home for lunch everything was super kosher and I was in a deep REM cycle.
look. I sleep like an angel.
You should have seen her, she was so proud of me. But she went back to work, the sleep wore off, and this happened.
it’s just a shoelace people.
Yeah, so I did that. But, I mean, really, I thought I was doing her a favor. Who wears converses anymore? I mean that was so spring 2012 and/or 7th grade. I haven’t seen her wear them in months and she keeps talking about cleaning out her closet, so I just gave her a little push she needed.
You know how she thanked me? With a time out. Geez, it’s like nobody appreciates unsolicited help anymore.
I was back at camp wednesday for another full day, which was a nice break from all of the ‘rules’ that come with home based freedom. I tried to tell Toby about it, but he’s at camp all the days and just doesn’t understand my struggles. Plus, he’s like the worst listener ever and is always yapping about himself. So rude, sometimes I just think we should see other pups and just be friends.
Thursday came and went with minimal drama which really helped me out, but I just couldn’t seem to make it the full cycle and on Friday morning I got my longest timeout in recent memory.
Listen, on the mornings I go to camp I like to get up a little early to do all of my business, and then I typically just play by myself until it’s time to go. Yesterday I was right on track, until I found a delicacy on the coffee table. My mom only uses one type of pen (pilot vball extra fine) and NEVER lets me play with them. I’m not good at being told that I can’t have something, so when I saw it left unguarded something else took over my body and I grabbed it before anyone could see. I took it right under the bed in my favorite secret hiding place, and I tore that thing up. The problem, folks, is that it’s filled with juicy black goodness and our carpets are white. I didn’t really plan this crime well.
I tried to hide the evidence, but I just got more ink all over my paws and everywhere I ran to hide I left a guilty path that led right to me.
uh, anyone looking for a bug? I think i’m up for adoption.
The only upside is that I think it really put the whole ‘shoe lace’ ordeal in perspective. I spent 45 minutes in my iron prison while my mess was cleaned up, and I honestly think I almost had my camp privileges taken away, but lets be honest, that wouldn’t wouldn’t have really solved anything.
It has just been a long week, so I’m pretty excited to lay low this weekend and try to get back on my best behavior. I have a lot of backlogged reading to do on my iPad, and Tank and I are have plans for a weekend sleepover, just us two, to revamp our training schedule and get on track for 2013. You know, once we’re done our recovery naps. I’m not sure what he did all week, but he sure is sleepy too.
I don’t even remember this picture being taken.
I’ll be in touch with our developments – they should be good. With Lance (Armstrong) falling from grace, and all of those two legged dopers out of the sport, I think I might have a real chance at winning the tour.
Stay cool my babies,