Soft, kind, peaceful home.
Soft until our new shelter manager called me 15 minutes outside of town to say a dog had been dropped off...a dog who was almost unresponsive...and the new kennel guy had left her there by herself.
Kind until the crabbiest/sassiest/poutiest mom sat entirely too near me at Parent Orientation.
Peaceful until these two knuckleheads decided to compete for my attention...and a chewed up orange flipper.
Zeke: "Look at me Grandma; I can go all the way around the pool and not even jump the fence!"
Layla: "Mommy, don't look at him!"