It’s barely past noon, and I’m already threatening to pull my hair out. I’ve got a dog who’s sick. I don’t know what he got into, but he’s got the runs. I walked into the kitchen this morning to find doggy diarrhea all over the place.
I’ve got a fussy baby who didn’t want to nap. She finally wore herself out crying. As soon as she went down I rushed into the kitchen to clean up the dog’s mess. While I was in the process of doing that my grandparents showed up at the door wanting to see the baby. They’re timing couldn’t have been worse. I quickly explained what was going on, and I promised to take Elliana next door to their house as soon as she wakes up from her nap. While I was talking to them and trying to get them out the door the cat gacked all over the couch. Lovely.
My tried to push them out the door quickly, but I had to listen to my grandma complain about the car parts all over the driveway and carport. Hubby’s working on the Rodeo, so he’s got tools and stuff everywhere. She’s all afraid someone’s going to drive by, see the stuff, and steal it. Um…I’m here all day, and if someone pulls in my driveway I know it. It’s not like they’re Ferrari parts or anything. We may look redneck for a few days, but at least the Rodeo will get fixed, and I won’t have to listen to her complain about it sitting in the yard anymore. UGH.
Oh, and I have a TON of work I have to get done today not including housework. We have no clean clothes. And I have to find time to feed myself, but I hear a faint cry coming through the baby monitor. Sigh.
