It might be Friday, but boy oh boy did I get out of bed on the wrong note today!
The dog managed to add to my stress, making me trapse around outside at 5:20 am( so dark out) for 40 minutes only to refuse to relieve himself. He's quite stubborn when it comes to that. This all made me too late to get ready for work, so I ran around getting the kids ready, fixing breakfasts and lunches and triple repeating myself "Brush your teeth!" while running around like a maniac. Kids made the bus, I jet back home to try and give the dog one last chance at going, he instead finds a lovely sample of some other doggy's poo to sample. This, after just a couple weeks ago he got such a bad stomach from poo-eating that I ended up cleaning up his doggy-mess all over my stairs for 3 days straight! By the time I left for work, traffic was terrible, and I was running late, still not having done anything with my messy hair. I finally gave up the fight and bought some of my favorite vice:
So, now on my lunch break, I have less than four hours left in my work day, and I intend on making them positive. It is Friday afterall. Sponsored by Diet Coke, I think it might just rock!