The last six days have been challenging ones for the puppies and me. My husband was away for a week on family matters and is due to return today. There were many days that I was running on coffee and a prayer and may have not been in my right mind at moments. Not is a frightful way but in a puppies running everywhere sort of way.
We are settling into somewhat of a routine here at the cottage. Wake up. Playtime. Breakfast. Playtime. Nap time. Repeat with Lunch and Dinner and with a little Garden time mixed in depending on the weather. Bedtime. We generally are up before 5:30 am and then down for the night at 8 pm.
I did manage to "clean" house yesterday. Sweeping about half the house, dusting, and cleaning bathrooms. Little Honey Bea is fierce and fearless at 9 weeks old. She was a bit hesitant of the broom though, not afraid but not as curious as usual.
We survived this last week. Perhaps even thrived. The puppies certainly did. I'm a little worse for wear in body but content in spirit. God is faithful.