From The Window, To The Wall
Monday, June 21, 2010 at 9:05PM It’s 7:32 AM and I’m on hour 6 of sleep. Not too shabby, right?
But then it stops.
“Hey. I think I’m going to need you in the bathroom.” Michael practically snorts at me.
Not knowing any better, I stumble in the direction of the bathroom (thanks, sleep meds, for making the stumble more of a “drunken fall”) and am met mid-master bedroom with an odor.
I turn the corner to find brown “sludge” 3 feet out each direction from Bella’s dog crate. It’s on the walls. It’s on the cabinets. It’s in the grout.
It’s dried.
So here’s where I start my Monday. At 730 scrubbing dried dog vomit out of the grout/off the floor/out of the cabinet creases/off the walls. And for the record, getting it… ::shudder:: undried went well with Clorox Green Works All-Purpose. But getting it out of the grout went even faster with plain old Clorox poured on and let to sit for 3 minutes. (Seems counter productive for going green, no?)
Then, I scrubbed my BODY down, and made breakfast. Because, damnit, even though I’ve been scrubbing literal shit off everything for an hour, people still have to be fed (Note: I will not be scrubbing shit before I make you food if you visit. Just thought that needed to be said).
Afterwards, I started sweeping the floor from the aftermath of the In-Law Tornado that whipped through my home this weekend leaving my freshly swept floors rather … ABSOLUTELY NASTY.
While said floors were being swept, Thing 1 and Thing 2 decided to start a food fight - with dog food. In aforementioned scrubbed master bathroom (and I failed to hear them over my ipod, FTR) . They managed to get halfway through a 5 gallon container before I discovered their “good times”.
I proceeded to do what any self-respecting southern mama would - I clothed their bottom parts, slapped on some bug spray, and chucked them in the backyard while I RE-CLEANED the bathroom floor.
But what do I hear 5 minutes in? What is that Conner is yelling at me through the window?
“Chase dumped the dog food out!!!”
OMG.
The TEN gallon puppy food bucket we keep on the back porch was DUMPED. OUT.
And that dog that threw up all night? Yeah. She was GOING TO TOWN on it. Ugh.
I had Conner fetch (lol) the broom while I held back Bella (the bulldog in case anyone needed that cleared up previously, but I failed to do so until now). I swept it all up, dumped it back into the bucket, hosed down the crate from that morning (which had been hauled outside for obvious reasons), and lugged it back inside (it weighs around 30-40 pounds and is about 4.5 feet long and 3 feet tall).
Then i sat down and considered a nap - at 12:20.
Chase, Conner, bulldog, hush amanda, themomjob
Reader Comments (3)
WHEW. That exhausts me to read....good job tho! You deserve a drink..:o) OH! and SO glad to know you won't be cleaning shit when we come visit for our PLAYDATE...!! haha when?...seriously?...I'm getting bored with these kids everyday..haha :o)
I need a nap after just reading that. Geez.
Wow! What a horrible start to a day!
But what would you have blogged about if it didn't happen? :)