Today has been a pretty awful day. It sort of reminds me of the song by Shania Twain that goes...
Honey I'm home and I had a hard day.
Pour me a cold one
And oh, by the way,
Rub my feet
Give me something to eat
Cuz hey, honey I'm home.
The only flaw being that HOME is where all the hard day happened.
I'm ready to go back to work!
For the selfish purposes of venting, and hopefully feeling better after, here's my day:
Alarm goes off.
Sleep 30 minutes past alarm.
Wake up to this....
Thank you, dogs.
Go to let dogs outside.
The rope is wrapped around my car tire.
I step in doggie-doo trying to get the rope out.
To no avail.
Grab my keys to move car.
Tie up dog.
Notice that his food which was left out from earlier is crawling with ants.
So I kick the food out before dog can start in.
Which I'm certain has garnered some looks
from neighbors or
businesses located close by
who may have already been alerted to my mood towards said dogs
Since windows are open.
(note....I was not teasing my dog with food only to kick it out away from him.)
(I was keeping him from eating ants.)
(Besides, he's already eaten our leftover supper.)
So I spray the ants off the sidewalk
And the doggie-doo off my shoes
And head back inside to get ready for my work day.
Which was wonderful, I'd like to say.
Until I received text messages from my kids that they were finding chicken bones hidden in the cushions of the couch.
So now I'm home.
And I have some furniture to vacuum.
But I wanted to complain about it first.