I am POOPED. No pun intended, which the following tale will entail.
Remember the 8 puppies? Today they are poopy puppies. I went in to check on them a little bit ago...and ONE of them (haven't figured out which one) has diarrhea. YES, you read that right, DIARRRRRRRRRRHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!
Think about it. 1 puppy has it, all of them step in it, GAG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, so I've bleached about everything possible, and I can STILL SMELL IT!
I put the puppies outside. *gag*
While washing the rugs, I sprayed their poopy feet down with the hose, not caring at all that it was COLD WATER!!!!
Now to the kids: My mother is gone on vacation. What does that have to do with the price of gold in China, you ask? Well, apparently my children are actually messy, messy, children, and my mother picks up after them all the time, and I just DO NOT NOTICE!!!
Because. MY HOUSE IS MESS!!! There are PILLOWS all OVER THE living room FLOOR. Here I thought we had a Grandma in the house, and
apparently she is actually a live-in NANNY!!!
The middle bedroom, there are books everywhere, blankets everywhere, toys EVERY-WHERE!!!!!
My children, when asked to clean up the mess, are wandering around picking up one little thing here and there, looking confused, and asking me where to put it. OBVIOUSLY, I am going to have to clean this myself, but Equally Obviously, THEY need to learn how to put a few things away? How did I miss this glaring deficit in their upbringing?
My mother is going to have to STOP cleaning up. Period. When she gets back, there is going to be a talk about how grandchildren need to put away their own clothes and make their own beds. I am starting to suspect that maybe she was EVEN DOING THEIR CHORES!!!!
And I, I am exhausted, and feeling VERY cranky. I am a FAILURE as a mother and Foster Puppy Mom.
And it's making me feel better to temporarily blame my mother, so LEAVE ME ALONE!
Okay. Do you have any THOUGHTS?
Maybe I need a
or two.
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