Metro Monday

"I don't like Sundays"

Metro knows that something is different about Sunday. When we both start with showers and dressing for Sunday School, he will get into a bad mood. As we are running back and forth trying to get ready, Metro will start with his pouting. For he knows while we are at church, he will be left alone.

He doesn't like guarding the house. He doesn't like being alone. He doesn't like Sundays.

He will wad up into a ball, either on our pillows or at the foot of the bed. All the time, he is watching our movements as we prepare to make our exit about 9:30 each Sunday morning. Any other time, the donning of shoes means we are going outside and he is bouncing at our heels to join us. Whether it is a journey to the Beaver Pond, to feed the chickens and goats, to check on the garden or (his favorite) to visit with Mama - he anxiously awaits for the door to open. But not on Sundays, his eyes dart back and forth as we go about our tasks. He knows what is to come; 3 hours of alone time.

He loves being with us, especially when we are in the same room. Yesterday, we were trying to rest a bit from our weekend. Sarah was napping in our bedroom and I was in my recliner watching the NASCAR race (read as: examining the inside of my eyelids for leaks). But he wanted us together, he would jump off the bed and into the living room - scratching on the foot of my recliner. He would stay for just a few minutes and back to the bedroom. He repeated this several times, neither of us were getting any sleep. So I moved to the bedroom and to my side of the bed. Metro took his position between us - more on this next week.