Today is day six of DSD/GS's visit. A 3 year old child and a 7 month old puppy (with the mental capacity of a 3 yr. old child) in a small house together and lots of rain, so limited outside time. Getting up at 6 AM when we are used to 10 or 11. Closing the bathroom door and being more modest, than when it's just the two of us. Accepting that the last serving of breakfast skillet may have already been eaten and the last cup of coffee with it. Telling your obsessive/compulsive mind that it's okay that the dishes were done three hours late and in the wrong order (at least they were done). Remembering to swat the 3 yr. old bottom and give the puppy the command and not the other way around. I'm going to survive this, right?