thoughts

Some days I feel like I get absolutely nothing done. Seems like I'm up from my desk every 20 minutes to find out what Winston is chewing on now, or to let him outside, or to walk him. This must be how new mothers feel: that all you do is wash laundry, feed the baby, and change diapers. Gotta tell ya, I'm not liking it. Sure, he's a cute dog, but some days I wish I could finally get my day back and be able to get something done. Well, I suppose that's not going to happen... maybe when I turn 50.