Grumbledy Grump
Jan. 8th, 2007 12:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
texchanWoke up at 4 AM. The first thought that popped into my head was "Rain, Rain, go away." How did I know it was raining? Because of the massive, pounding sinus headache rattling around my brain like a chipmunk hopped up on speed. This was what woke me up, in the first place, and the reason I didn't manage to fall back asleep until almost 7 AM.
I got up at around 10 or 10:30 -- sinus headache still firmly entrenched, rain still pouring down outside -- to find an email from my hubby, telling me that Tex (our dog) had been asleep when he left for work this morning. So, he went on his merry way without letting the old boy out.
This is not good news, since the dog is old and can't "hold it" as well as he used to. Actually, he can't "hold it" at all, really, which is why I try to make a point of letting him out frequently during the day.
With a growing sense of dread, I head downstairs to check on the old guy. I'm still bleary-eyed and hung over from the after-effects of too little sleep combined with the Sinus Headache From Hell, but the smell hits me about halfway down the stairs, telling me, in on uncertain terms -- this is not going to be pretty. I would really like to turn around and go back upstairs -- to pretend I don't know what I know, because I haven't seen it with my own eyes. I've only smelled it. But, the nose doesn't lie ... and I don't have the luxury of pretending not to know what I'm going to find downstairs. After all, someone has to clean it up. I'm the only one here, and avoiding it is just that. Avoiding it. The mess will still be there later, and, likely, will be even worse.
Still, sometimes, I hate being a grown up. And, this morning was, most definitely, one of those times.
I spent about an hour or hour and a half cleaning up downstairs. We keep plastic and newspaper down by the sliding glass door to our yard -- you know, in case of "accidents". But, somehow, Tex not only managed to ruin the papers with what looked like a gallon of pee (Where does it all come from? >.O), but he also decided to poo, too. Not on the papers. No, that would have been too easy. He had to go all the way across the room to do it on the carpet ... and, then, he walked around in it so that it was tracked all over the floor.
There are few things as demoralizing as crawling around on your hands and knees cleaning up dog poo -- unless it's doing it first thing on a rainy morning when you have a sinus headache. Of course, there was the phone call with my parents, during which they told me I shouldn't expect my hubby to have "common sense", since he's a lawyer and not a "regular" person ... which means that most people can't do what he does at work every day. This is true, but, somehow, they have managed to completely forget that I, too, am a lawyer. Or used to be, before I traded in that career for my currently incredibly fulfilling (NOT) job as Head Pooper Scooper. When I reminded them of this fact, they both said: "oh". And, that was demoralizing on a whole different level.
Now, though, the rain is gone. The carpet is clean -- or as clean as I could get it. The living room is aired out a bit. The sun is shining. Unfortunately, the Sinus Headache from Hell remains, and I frittered away all my writing time this morning cleaning up dog doo.
Still, I keep reminding myself:
I can live through this.
I love my husband.
I love my dog.
In my next life, I'm coming back as a man.
UPDATE: All right. Things just keep on getting better and better. So, once the living room is all cleaned up, I go back upstairs to find my daughter is awake. I do the Very Bad Mom thing and take her to get McDonald's for lunch. (Yeah, I know -- I'm going to rot in hell for it. >.O) We get home, and, somehow, I manage to drop my coke in our foyer. It lands perfectly upside down -- on the lid. I pick it up from the quickly spreading coke puddle on the floor and use paper towels to mop up the mess, thinking I will come back later (after lunch) to finish cleaning with some Clorox wipes. Not much of the coke spilled, so I think, maybe, this is my first lucky break for the day. We eat our lunch, play with Dora's Magical Castle for a while, and, then, I go back to finish cleaning up the tile in the foyer. As I'm mopping up the last of the sticky stuff on the floor, I look up and see ...
Coke. On the wall behind me. All over the wall behind me, splattered and dripped from almost the ceiling down to the floor, and all over the picture frames. Yeah. Everywhere.
You know, the way I have it figured, I only made one big mistake today. I got out of bed. o.o *sigh*
I got up at around 10 or 10:30 -- sinus headache still firmly entrenched, rain still pouring down outside -- to find an email from my hubby, telling me that Tex (our dog) had been asleep when he left for work this morning. So, he went on his merry way without letting the old boy out.
This is not good news, since the dog is old and can't "hold it" as well as he used to. Actually, he can't "hold it" at all, really, which is why I try to make a point of letting him out frequently during the day.
With a growing sense of dread, I head downstairs to check on the old guy. I'm still bleary-eyed and hung over from the after-effects of too little sleep combined with the Sinus Headache From Hell, but the smell hits me about halfway down the stairs, telling me, in on uncertain terms -- this is not going to be pretty. I would really like to turn around and go back upstairs -- to pretend I don't know what I know, because I haven't seen it with my own eyes. I've only smelled it. But, the nose doesn't lie ... and I don't have the luxury of pretending not to know what I'm going to find downstairs. After all, someone has to clean it up. I'm the only one here, and avoiding it is just that. Avoiding it. The mess will still be there later, and, likely, will be even worse.
Still, sometimes, I hate being a grown up. And, this morning was, most definitely, one of those times.
I spent about an hour or hour and a half cleaning up downstairs. We keep plastic and newspaper down by the sliding glass door to our yard -- you know, in case of "accidents". But, somehow, Tex not only managed to ruin the papers with what looked like a gallon of pee (Where does it all come from? >.O), but he also decided to poo, too. Not on the papers. No, that would have been too easy. He had to go all the way across the room to do it on the carpet ... and, then, he walked around in it so that it was tracked all over the floor.
There are few things as demoralizing as crawling around on your hands and knees cleaning up dog poo -- unless it's doing it first thing on a rainy morning when you have a sinus headache. Of course, there was the phone call with my parents, during which they told me I shouldn't expect my hubby to have "common sense", since he's a lawyer and not a "regular" person ... which means that most people can't do what he does at work every day. This is true, but, somehow, they have managed to completely forget that I, too, am a lawyer. Or used to be, before I traded in that career for my currently incredibly fulfilling (NOT) job as Head Pooper Scooper. When I reminded them of this fact, they both said: "oh". And, that was demoralizing on a whole different level.
Now, though, the rain is gone. The carpet is clean -- or as clean as I could get it. The living room is aired out a bit. The sun is shining. Unfortunately, the Sinus Headache from Hell remains, and I frittered away all my writing time this morning cleaning up dog doo.
Still, I keep reminding myself:
I can live through this.
I love my husband.
I love my dog.
In my next life, I'm coming back as a man.
UPDATE: All right. Things just keep on getting better and better. So, once the living room is all cleaned up, I go back upstairs to find my daughter is awake. I do the Very Bad Mom thing and take her to get McDonald's for lunch. (Yeah, I know -- I'm going to rot in hell for it. >.O) We get home, and, somehow, I manage to drop my coke in our foyer. It lands perfectly upside down -- on the lid. I pick it up from the quickly spreading coke puddle on the floor and use paper towels to mop up the mess, thinking I will come back later (after lunch) to finish cleaning with some Clorox wipes. Not much of the coke spilled, so I think, maybe, this is my first lucky break for the day. We eat our lunch, play with Dora's Magical Castle for a while, and, then, I go back to finish cleaning up the tile in the foyer. As I'm mopping up the last of the sticky stuff on the floor, I look up and see ...
Coke. On the wall behind me. All over the wall behind me, splattered and dripped from almost the ceiling down to the floor, and all over the picture frames. Yeah. Everywhere.
You know, the way I have it figured, I only made one big mistake today. I got out of bed. o.o *sigh*
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Date: 2007-01-08 09:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2007-01-09 02:53 pm (UTC)The day did get a little better. At least, I stopped spilling things that I would have to clean up -- LOL. Plus, my hubby brought home food, which meant I didn't have to cook. Always a plus. =)
Hopefully, there will be less stuff to clean today. *nervous laugh*
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Date: 2007-01-09 03:31 pm (UTC)