My mom is gone all day everyday. Then when she comes home she's mean. See mom is a teacher. She has 22 third graders at an inner city school. I don't know what this mean, but when people are over and she's talking about it I hear lots of "bless your heart" or "I just don't know how you do it".
Anyways, when she quits being mean and makes dinner I can sit on her lap and she loves on me, but then she starts working again!!! She gets all these white thin things out and writes numbers on them. I like to chew and play with them. She gets REALLY upset when I do this. But I can't help it. They look like leaves. This is a picture of me watching t.v. while Mom finishes whatever it is that you call it.
I also hate it when she gets out the white thing that I write this blog on. She puts it right in her lap... right in my spot! I'm starting to think it's some sort of a pet because sometimes it makes weird noises and changes faces. But she doesn't give it treats like she gives me so she must love me more. And it sleeps in a case. I get to sleep in the bed. Ha!
Most of all, I hate that Mom has to get up super early. She gets up before it's even light. Sometimes I get up and help her get ready. I try to help her with her pants, but she acts like she doesn't need my help. The only thing I like about Mom getting up early is that I get Daddy all to myself. I jump back in the bed and keep him company. He never says thanks though. He always says, "Fulmer Dammit!" I thought my last name was Thurmond. I think he's confused.
Hopefully one day Mom will stay home with me more often. Especially when her and Daddy get this baby thing they keep talking about. Until then...Fulmer
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