This week has been a monster. I love my job, and I love busy weeks when I get to go out and about and break away from the confines of my desk. However, I also love sleeping. And I haven’t been doing much of that this week.
On Monday, I was in London for a course. I’m a big fan of the big smoke. But only for so much time. Usually, a work trip to London means I might be able to squeeze in a drink afterwards with one of my lovely friends who lives in the city. No such luck this time. Getting up at 6am, catching a train at 7.15am, scoffing a pain au chocolat on the tube at 8.30am, enduring an eight-hour-long grammar lesson and stupidly wearing shoes with holes in them during torrential rainfall, pretty much turns me into a zombie. With blisters the size of ten-pence pieces.
And today was another early wake-up: 5am. FIVE AM. But the drive was actually lovely. Because most of the raging psychopaths that frequent the British highways were still asleep. However, there was nothing lovely about my face after getting up that early. And when the tiredness finally hit me in the afternoon, I was so zonked a colleague actually saw me drool a tiny bit. I don’t make a habit of this, but I was having a staring-into-space moment, and mistakenly I might have accidentally produced some excess spittle. But this happens to everyone, right. RIGHT…?
At that moment, I knew it was time to go home and sleep. And I was missing my furry baby. Mort enjoyed a two-day long fuss-fest with my sister, and I hadn’t seen him since Tuesday morning. And even then, I only saw his bottom, as he quickly realised where I had driven him and ran inside the house without a glance back. If Dachshunds could talk, the dialogue would have been something like this:
“Oh mummy, I do love our leisurely drives. The lovely British scenery. The sheep in the fields. Me treating you to some of my worst smells – I save them up for when we are in a confined space because I know how much you love them. The sunlight trickling through the…HANG ON A MINUTE. WHERE ARE WE?! I KNOW WHERE WE ARE!!! See ya later sucker!!!”
But now he’s back with me. I’m not sure how happy he is about it, but he will come around to the idea eventually. He had a poorly tummy while he was away on his spa weekend, so I’m keeping a close eye on him and giving him lots of extra cuddles. He’s fast asleep on my lap, but his tail keeps moving from side to side, his eyes occasionally twitch and every so often, he sighs a big, snoozy, warm, contented sigh.
I’ve got my baby back. All is right again with the world.