Today we returned to the grind. Or at least, our current grind. Jarmon went to work and I tried to get back to my maternity leave to do list. I say “tried” because Arabella and Baxter weren’t having it.
They may look innocent and content here, but they both spent the better part of the day suffering from serious vacation withdrawal. (A condition to which I can relate.)
Baxter, who is in love with his new dog sitter, couldn’t understand why he was home. He spent the day moping in various parts of the house and begging to play fetch.
Arabella, meanwhile, was struggling to understand why she wasn’t being held 24/7– a problem she has each time she is separated from her grandparents. She spent the day being generally miserable– alternately trying to destroy her Fluffy Chick book and her ocean play gym.
Here’s hoping the discontent is short lived!
Trina Orlando 