Nothing Like Nerves

Most of this past week I've run on coffee and nerves. The stiff bed, the constant decisions on the house, the opposite schedules (the husband works nights, I work days, and I'm working from the hotel room, or trying to, with C sleeping two feet away), it adds up. I've thought all week that the dog, at least, had it easy - playing with other dogs at doggie day care (I know, I know, it's absurd, but we had to get him out of the hotel once in a while), sleeping on the bed (normally forbidden), car rides a-plenty (grand excitement). But I'm starting to think maybe he's running on nerves, too. Today he was increasingly on edge all day long, and starting to make it hard to enjoy R&C's visit, which has been the one bright spot in this mess. When we landed back in the hotel, he was so tired he could barely crawl from the carrier to his bed...eight inches away. Poor pup. I don't know who needs a massage more.