It is Saturday and nearly afternoon.

I am still in my pajamas, sitting on the couch and there is a tiny human foot poking me under my rib cage. It hurts, but I love it.

My idiot dog is sleeping beside me (so much for enforcing the ‘no dogs on the couch’ rule) and he is making it difficult for me to find a reason to get off of the couch and start my day. Maybe I should follow suit? An early nap sounds like heaven.

Literally as I typed that, my other idiot dog was sent running down the stairs fresh from a bath. He runs straight to me and shakes off whatever water remains on his fur. He still stinks.

Now that I stink too, I am inspired to get up and do something with myself.

The past two months of my life have been both the most difficult and the most enlightening I have ever endured. I have had to think about life, death, responsibility, love and parenting in ways that I have never experienced before and for that reason I am inspired to write about it… But not today,

or at least not right now because the foot that was under my rib is now a fist punching my bladder and I am being asked by David if I am “ready”… apparently this means I am going somewhere.

I just figured if I put something on here today, even something simple like this to introduce my newest attempt at writing, that I would be more likely to come back and actually complete a thought.

This will be a blog about me, which means it will be a blog about my life, the people in it, and of course… my idiot dogs, who for the record are really not idiots at all.

We shall see where it leads. For now, I really have to pee.