{"id":2806,"date":"2010-03-28T03:41:55","date_gmt":"2010-03-28T07:41:55","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/?p=2806"},"modified":"2010-03-28T03:41:55","modified_gmt":"2010-03-28T07:41:55","slug":"i-live-in-mayhem","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/?p=2806","title":{"rendered":"I live in Mayhem"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I love my cats. I love my dogs.<\/p>\n<p>I keep repeating this as I watch my cats wrestle on the futon and my dogs slide around the new hardwood floors. And while I wipe the fur off my brand new desk. (Also when my dog wakes me up at 2:30am for a drink of water.)<\/p>\n<p>A long time ago I realized that I would never have Nice Things. That sounded fine to me, acceptable, the way of life. Now I have my own house, with newly refinished floors, and we slowly buy new furniture to replace the hand-me-downs and yard sale finds we have survived on for many years. And I think to myself, man, would it ever be nice to have Nice Things. I spend a few nights at my brother-in-law and sister-in-law&#8217;s house during the floor refinishing. Now they don&#8217;t really have all nice things, and they have an almost-two-year-old so there are toys everywhere, but there is no fur! The floors are shiny! No dog crates or gross bones! No half-ripped-apart cat tree!<\/p>\n<p>But then I have a purring cat on my lap and a dog sleeping on the floor next to me. My lap and home would be very empty without them (and their fur).<\/p>\n<p>::<\/p>\n<p>First night back in our own bed. HEAVEN. It feels absolutely huge (it&#8217;s a king size). I can snuggle up to my husband for warmth, and then shuffle over to my own side of the bed. And my hips don&#8217;t ache.<\/p>\n<p>Of course it&#8217;s 3:40am and the question remains&#8230; why aren&#8217;t I in said bed?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I love my cats. I love my dogs. I keep repeating this as I watch my cats wrestle on the futon and my dogs slide around the new hardwood floors. And while I wipe the fur off my brand new desk. (Also when my dog wakes me up at 2:30am for a drink of water.) [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":71,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[94,146,68],"class_list":["post-2806","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-cats","tag-dogs","tag-house"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2806","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/71"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2806"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2806\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2807,"href":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2806\/revisions\/2807"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2806"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2806"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/lunardreams.net\/baby\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2806"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}