Not much compares to walking in the door after working all night, knowing your bed is waiting for you. I know night shifters can relate. There have been many times I have slapped myself in the face to stay awake, rolled down the windows in snow and sleet, sung hard rock 80’s music at the top of my lungs, chowed on anything edible I could find, and have made numerous phone calls to various people willing to keep me awake for the ride home.
Even though the bed is screaming at me, a few precious moments spent snuggling with the two babies of the family fighting for attention quickly takes precedence.
And that is when I wonder how in the world this could be? How this dog of ours believes she ranks right up there? And maybe more concerning is that I am giving in to her. Since when did I become a dog person?