While I was at work today this happened.
There was no time to play ball with Hannah because there was water that needed to be mopped up and countertops that needed to be cleaned and dinner that needed to be cooked and dishes that needed to be done and laundry that needed to happen (though I’m grateful for the rug in the kitchen that soaked up most of the water).
Looks like someone didn’t get her normal post weekend day of rest, because this is what’s happening. Typically the second I sit down, a tennis ball is deposited on my lap.
Clearly this needed to happen.
And this for me.
And this for my house mate.