Thirsty Thursday
Aug 18, 2016 9:27:47 GMT -5
Post by pismoduo on Aug 18, 2016 9:27:47 GMT -5
Today, I'm imagining all the drinks I would have if I wasn't pregnant.
Woke up (after my alarm went off twice) this morning to my shih tzu staring at me, 2 inches from my face. About 10 minutes later, as he started to get more urgent and more annoying, I thought maybe he just needed some water (he's very, very, VERY particular about his water...) So I got up, refilled his bowl in the bathroom, went pee, etc. He's still bugging me, so I swing by the laundry room to grab my nice clean sweatpants. I take him out, he spends an excessive amount of time pooping, we come back in. I get upstairs and this smell just hits me like a ton of bricks. I look into the guest room at the end of the hall, and apparently, it wasn't the first time he'd had to spend an excessive amount of time pooping.
Unfortunately for me, I realized this about 5 minutes before H needed to be out the door or else miss a huge meeting at work. Oh, and H wasn't out of bed yet. So I got to spend about 45 minutes scrubbing the shit (literally) out of the carpet in my guest room. The guest room that, by the way, my MIL is supposed to move into today.
I still need to bathe the dog, because he also has shit all over him. Oh, and on his way out the door, H casually mentions that there's a brown spot on the bed, and I probably am going to want to take care of that too.
Halfway through the entire process, pregnancy hormones took over and I just sat there and cried for like 5 minutes.
I still have to put in an 8 hour day, try to finish cleaning some of my house so my MIL doesn't judge me too harshly, and then deal with an HOA meeting tonight to debate a very contentious issue.
I need a stiff drink.
Woke up (after my alarm went off twice) this morning to my shih tzu staring at me, 2 inches from my face. About 10 minutes later, as he started to get more urgent and more annoying, I thought maybe he just needed some water (he's very, very, VERY particular about his water...) So I got up, refilled his bowl in the bathroom, went pee, etc. He's still bugging me, so I swing by the laundry room to grab my nice clean sweatpants. I take him out, he spends an excessive amount of time pooping, we come back in. I get upstairs and this smell just hits me like a ton of bricks. I look into the guest room at the end of the hall, and apparently, it wasn't the first time he'd had to spend an excessive amount of time pooping.
Unfortunately for me, I realized this about 5 minutes before H needed to be out the door or else miss a huge meeting at work. Oh, and H wasn't out of bed yet. So I got to spend about 45 minutes scrubbing the shit (literally) out of the carpet in my guest room. The guest room that, by the way, my MIL is supposed to move into today.
I still need to bathe the dog, because he also has shit all over him. Oh, and on his way out the door, H casually mentions that there's a brown spot on the bed, and I probably am going to want to take care of that too.
Halfway through the entire process, pregnancy hormones took over and I just sat there and cried for like 5 minutes.
I still have to put in an 8 hour day, try to finish cleaning some of my house so my MIL doesn't judge me too harshly, and then deal with an HOA meeting tonight to debate a very contentious issue.
I need a stiff drink.