It all began around 3:30 this morning.
A dog got up.
This dog doesn't normally get up during the night unless he is feeling icky. I've learned from past experience that it's better to put him out. Rather than wait and see what might happen. So, I put him out. And went out back twice to check on him. Because he was out there a really long time.
About the time I thought he might want to come in, another dog got up. This one got up because he heard us up and apparently thought he might be missing out on something. So, out he went. And in he came. And out he went. And in they both finally came. With the second dog tucked back into his room, the first dog and I decided to head back to bed.
And the third dog got up. And wanted to go out. And then wanted to drink enough water to float a battleship. And my patience was growing thin. Because the more he drank, the better the chances that he would want to go out again. Finally, all the dogs were tucked in bed.
And then the first dog decided that he really wasn't through with his stomach upset after all. So back down we go. Him feeling sick and me feeling irritated that in an hour I'll have to get back up and this whole debacle has lasted an hour and a half now. So, I sat down at my computer to pour out my woes to the world. After all, ya'll will listen with a sympathetic ear. And it really isn't fair that the entire house has slept through the travelling dog circus while I have been awakened for potty duty for the past six hours. (Notice how the time keeps growing?)
And then I clicked on this.
And now, all I can do is pray for these families.
And maybe that's really why I'm up.
Because no matter whatever little trauma I'm dealing with at the moment, it's nothing compared to what these families are facing.
It's all a matter of perspective.