A Tornado Destroyed Our Bedroom

I was so totally and utterly exhausted. I would've thought that after eight weeks of being back in the classroom and into the rhythm of school, I would have adjusted to the full-body drain. I guess it hadn't, because the other night at 9:30pm my body and mind were done for the day. Chris wasn't home, so I just decided to hoof it upstairs with the dog and call it a night. It seemed like a perfect plan--in bed before 10:00, what could be better!?

I brushed my teeth, washed my face, and got my pajamas on (one of my favorite parts of the day). I even was so considerate to leave the bathroom door propped open just a bit and the light on, so it wouldn't be completely dark when Chris arrived home. I fell into bed. Ahhh...

Not two minutes later, my furry little friend decided to nose her way into our closet to take "inventory" of our laundry baskets. Fantastic. I was too tired to deal with it, though. Let her have her fun, even if we have a few sock casualties as a result. However, the next item on her agenda was to check out the bathroom to see what goodies she could find. (Keep in mind, I was such a thoughtful wife to leave the LIGHTS on in there.) Great. Nothing that a pillow over the head couldn't fix.

Well, apparently when Chris arrived home, Maddie had created a trail of socks around the room and was clenching one in her teeth as he opened the door. Don't even try, Chris. Just come to bed.Oh, our little tornado.