Mom's Sick

OMG!  (I don't even know what that means, but it seems appropriate.)  Mom is sick.  The only thing worse than mom going off to work everyday leaving me to sleep the day away while the "Rockstar" sleeps in his crate, is mom being home sick.  It is pathetic.  Seriously.  When she was first home, I was like, 'cool, mom's home.'  But then it turned out all she wanted to do was sit and read her iPad or a book or nap on the couch (ONTHECOUCH) and cough a lot.  First, the coughing interupted MY napping and the napping (ONTHECOUCH) means I can't get anywhere near a computer.  So my day when from pleasant naps and internet surfing to crappy naps and ... nothing! 

And Rocky...that little brown-noser... has to follow her all over the house as if she might get lost when she gets up to take a pee.  Right there at her hip, trotting along with her, making me look bad because I don't get out of the bed.  I know he does it on purpose. 

And our walks, which is obviously the same thing as a Resolution, came to a screeching halt.  Now the best we get is to sit outside in the garage while dad works out or layout by the pool during the day.  Rocky runs around the house like a maniac, going this way and that, thinking he is all cute because mom laughs at him.  So childish.  He doesn't even notice that making her laugh makes her cough more.  Dumb dog. 

She says she is going to work tomorrow no matter what.  I hope so.  This is sheer hell.  Mom needs to get it together so we can go on more resolutions and I can have my days at the computer back.  Uh oh...here she comes.....

It's been a long week....