Who is driving your car? Who is steering your life? Do you ever feel like someone else has the wheel?
Every morning I wonder who causes the traffic delays - just in the house - me or my son?
Every afternoon I progress in a stop go - stop go fashion on this new software...and feel the wheel slipping.
Every night in my dreams I awaken to Gizmo my dog, the speed bump, in bed with me. I roll over and smack right into him.Please can't I get back to that dream of Brad Pitt and I playing tennis? Enough already! A good driver knows when to follow meekly behind the big semis and when to signal and change lanes.
Seven days ago, I shifted gears and declared my bed a No Parking Zone for Gizmo. To guarantee this, I bought a new collapsible, mesh “condo” complete with a high rise view of the hallway. I furnished it with his favorite dog pillow scented from yummy afternoon naps. Each night I tossed in 2 treats and as he ran to the back of the condo I quickly zipped it shut, closing him in.
It was rough at first, but even last night when I forgot the ear plugs, I barely heard him.
It feels so good to have my bed back, my blankets back, and my dreams back! I feel like I’m in charge again. I’m at the wheel and I’m steering this car forward.
Funny how Jerry Seinfeld sees it all differently. He says……”If you see two life forms and one of them’s making a poop and the other one’s carrying it for him, who would you assume is in charge?
Woof Woof
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