Here's what Burns my butt.

I'm up with the baby, for 2 hours last night while we are teething.  

                    That's OK....that's my job. 

But what gets me is....as I'm uncomfortably twisted up in my bath robe, with exposed parts of me growing colder with each passing minute, a baby crying through her exhaustion, and sandy sleep so thickly encrusted in my eyes it actually hurts to blink.....

Rocky is curled up tightly on my bed.

My 9 year old brindle boxer is comfortably, and cozily curled up in my giant comforter, and no doubt, by this time wiggled his way over to my side and sprawled it all right out. 

If I ever get this child back to sleep in her crib, I will have to either slide in around his Royal HINE-ES....or move him completely......

 UG.