Well, the dog woke me up around 3:30 this morning. He was whining and anxious. I knew he did not need to go out because I took him out right before bed. I think he has gotten very confused and anxious with the hubby gone for this long of a period. Anyway, I turned on the light, pet him, and told him to let me sleep a couple more hours...five minutes later I hear noises. I get up and he is digging threw the trash!!!!! I could not believe it. Trooper does not chew or touch anything that he is not supposed. I mean not one thing (which is saying a lot because we leave laundry all over the place!). After I had to scold him for the first time ever, I just went to bed and ignored the little guy.
I love him to death, but he is getting progressively harder to handle this week and my sleep and school work are suffering the consequences. Anyway I love the little guy regardless.
Breakfast was whatever I could easily find in the fridge. I cut up an apple, half an Okios, Kashi, and drizzled honey.
On the side, cinnamon sugar toast.
I have not made it to the gym yet. I was just too tired when I woke up. I am catching up emails, etc, doing a bit of work, then hitting the gym later this morning.