Motherhood is full of sweat, tears, laughter, kisses, hugs, messes! Monday I was feeling like a good cry might be in order. Instead of calling myself “mommy of boyz”, I wanted to call myself “mommy of dogz.” Certain sons — one in particular — seems to find my rugs particularly attractive for a place to empty his bladder. My husband and I are determined to make this problem stop so we talked to our neighbors and worked out an agreement for the offending son to rid their yard of dog waste. Our next plan is a family from church who have horses and therefore a messy barn at times. This momma is tired of feeling like she has dogs in her house again. Ruff! Ruff to the human dogs! Let’s hope this time our solution works.