It's been a difficult week for sleeping in our household. All of a sudden Harvey has decided he's having none of this forced night-time immobility dictated by the man. He'll play and eat whenever he damn wants to thankyouverymuch, even if that's for several hours starting at midnight.
In these tough soporific times, I look especially forward to Saturday afternoon. Even the good Lord rested on the seventh day, so we can expect some wearing-out point for a six-month old. And then, oh blissful then, there is peace throughout the land for mommas and puppies.