My Diplomatic Credentials, Please

Wowsa, trying to negotiate a peace with the dogs now that we’ve implemented the “no puppies on the bed” policy has me feeling a sudden kinship for Jimmy Carter. The dogs woke me up at 11:30–”Can we come up, now?”

“No, go to bed.”

1:30 AM: “How about now?”

“No, go to bed.”

3:30 AM: “Now?”

“Seriously, no.”

5:00 AM: “Look, Mom, if we don’t get to sleep on the bed, neither do you.”

And so, I’m awake, awake, despite my attempt to sleep in because of the road trip later today…

To recap the score: Puppies –...