The night before last I had insomnia. After tossing and turning, for what seemed like hours, Mr. Sandman finally came a callin’. Needless to say, when my alarm went off at 6:00 a.m., I hit the snooze. I then hit it six more times. I’ll save you from doing the math and tell you it was after seven; leaving me less than 25 minutes to get out the door. Once in the bathroom, I realized there was no toilet paper…after it was too late. I shuffled my way, with my panties around my ankles, into the bedroom to grab some Kleenex.
Back in the bathroom while brushing my teeth I noticed the dogs were doing the pee-pee dance. After letting them out, I proceeded toward the laundry room to feed them. Halfway down the stairs it was apparent that one of them had gotten sick during the night. Three large, and too many to count smaller, piles of diarrhea were all over the family room carpeting. Now we own a carpet cleaner but I have no idea where it’s at, let alone how to use the thing. I also didn’t have time to figure it out.
I grabbed a spatula from the kitchen (Yes, I said a spatula.) and started pooper scooping. Using several of the clean washcloths and hand towels that were sitting on the dryer I went to town with a bottle of Resolve and water. All the while I was fighting off the gag reflex with the toothbrush still in my mouth.
Left with about two minute’s time to get out the door; I threw my hair in a ponytail and tossed on a sleeveless dress that didn’t need to be ironed. Not having enough time to check the weather before leaving, I wasn’t aware that Mother Nature still seemed to think its spring with rain and a temperature of only 60 degrees. Being cold all day wasn’t enough; I was also hungry because I forgot to bring my lunch, leaving me with only the Activia I had left at work.
Today has got to be better, right?
(Note to self: Buy a new spatula.)
** Update at 9:09 a.m. Is it friggin' Ground Hog Day? I woke up to another mess on the family room floor.