Trixie is going apeshit bonkers. She and I have been on our own for the last 36 hours because Jenn is at a 2-day conference. It’s terrible. Six o’clock rolls around and there’s no hand-off. I don’t know who’s been crying and screaming more, Trixie or me.
Jenn is coming home tomorrow, but not until late, so there’s one more full day to go. In the meantime, Trixie has been tramping around the apartment in a weepy mess, there are Cheerios everywhere and I’m still discovering the sticky range of this afternoon’s applesauce bomb.