Do you ever just find yourself in the chaos of a busy week feeling like the F bomb has become your new found favorite vocabulary word? I think the phrase WTF pretty much captures our week this week.
It started with Nate's WTF moment Monday morning when his car wouldn't start due to a dead battery.
And the WTF moments just kept pouring in from there. Next it was....
Stepping out of the shower with my freshly clean feet to only step into a puppy puddle of piss a few steps later.
Waking up to a toddler foot practically shoved up my nostril because someone thinks she needs to sleep in the opposite direction of everyone else in the bed.
Prying open the puppy's mouth to retrieve whatever she was chewing on now to discover she was eating turds out of the cat's litter box.
Walking into the laundry room to find that someone's idea of feeding the cat was to fill her bowl and the laundry room floor with kitty kibble everywhere.
The old dog deciding he had enough of everyone and everything and snapping at one of the kids.
The toddler meltdown of having to actually eat her dinner.
The five year old coming out dressed in her sister's clothes which looked she was either ready for a flood or the club with her belly showing under the too short shirt.
The two hour commute into work!
And the once nice screen door that is now a giveaway pet entrance and exit from the kitchen.
Oh, and it's only Wednesday! Really, WTF!?! I need Friday. And a strong adult beverage.
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