I've had really good intentions of going to the gym this week. Intentions. Only my sleep pattern is shot. The puppy is up every couple of hours and whether or not he squawks about needing to go out or just wines for attention, Pete takes him outside. By 5am when my alarm goes off to get up, I'm so tired that I never remember shutting it off.
I'm hoping it's better next week.
It will be better next week, right?