Single Momma

Today I have custody of the kids. My husband has finally entrusted me to watch the girls. Yes. Nunu and Aggie are spending the night! Of course Imus is far to attached to Dad, and trotted off behind him back to his place. But my girls were more than happy to stay snuggled up on the couch with me.

You have no idea what a big step this was for my husband. He is unnaturally attached to these dogs. He worries about when they eat, how much they eat, when they, poop, how much they poop, if they have slept enough, played enough, if they look lonely, or sad, or depressed. He takes anthropomorphism to an new extreme.

It's touching really - his devotion is adorable. But it also borders on insane. After he left, he called me on the phone.

"I just wanted to remind you to take their coats off, they don't need to sleep in them."

"No, really?"

"And Aggie didn't want to eat today, so she is probably hungry, so make sure you pick up the cat food so she can't eat it. It gives her diarrhea. "

"Don't worry. They'll be fine."

"I know. I just wanted to remind you."

"Thanks for thinking about us."

"I'll be back at 7:15 to get them."

"OK."

So now we are snuggled on the couch watching the comedy channel. And my kitty Marrian is snuggling with us. She get jealous of the dogs and want to be nearby. Normally she would be off licking herself in the corner and ignoring me, but when the dogs are around she suddenly desires nothing more than my undivided attention.

Life is good.