I think I'm going to make this a series. The "Welcome To My Life" series. So you all can the mess I am on a daily basis. On the surface, things look pretty good at The Homestead. But in reality, its chaos. Mostly because I'm a mess. There's a reason my dad nicknamed me Jess the Mess when I was a toddler. And there's a reason it stuck.
Welcome to My Life, Ed. 1, Vol. II
Sunday morning, Cowboy H and I got to stay in bed together until 8:30 am! It was glorious. Of course, I had to get up at 2:30 am to let the cat in, and again at 6:30 am to let the dogs out, but still.
Cowboy H made it to the kitchen before I did, and started the coffee. (I love that man.) I pulled on some sweats and shuffled in with bare feet a few minutes later. Entering the kitchen, I went around the left side of the kitchen island into the space between the fridge and island and turned to my right. At this point I was facing the kitchen/dining area that was on my right side when I walked in. The side I hadn't bothered to look at.
"Ah, shit."
And there it was. A pile of shit on the floor. Ugh. Guess the dogs were trying to tell me something when they were running up and down the hallway at 6:00.
So, I clean it up. And I haven't even had coffee yet.
Cowboy H makes himself a bowl of cereal and sits down at the kitchen table. Conveniently, he sits down on the right side of the table, away from where the poop-poo was. I make my way to the opposite side of the table to sit across from him.
"Ughhghhghghghghg."
"What?"
"Uuughghghhhh. Get some paper towels."
Yes, the dogs had left us not only poop, but pee. Pee which was deftly hidden under the kitchen table. Pee which I discovered with my bare foot. Pee which I had to clean up before I even poured myself a cup of coffee.
"I HAVEN'T EVEN HAD ANY COFFEE YET!"
Welcome to my life. Anyone want to trade?
Even just for a day??
Welcome to My Life, Ed. 1, Vol. II
Sunday morning, Cowboy H and I got to stay in bed together until 8:30 am! It was glorious. Of course, I had to get up at 2:30 am to let the cat in, and again at 6:30 am to let the dogs out, but still.
Cowboy H made it to the kitchen before I did, and started the coffee. (I love that man.) I pulled on some sweats and shuffled in with bare feet a few minutes later. Entering the kitchen, I went around the left side of the kitchen island into the space between the fridge and island and turned to my right. At this point I was facing the kitchen/dining area that was on my right side when I walked in. The side I hadn't bothered to look at.
"Ah, shit."
And there it was. A pile of shit on the floor. Ugh. Guess the dogs were trying to tell me something when they were running up and down the hallway at 6:00.
So, I clean it up. And I haven't even had coffee yet.
Cowboy H makes himself a bowl of cereal and sits down at the kitchen table. Conveniently, he sits down on the right side of the table, away from where the poop-poo was. I make my way to the opposite side of the table to sit across from him.
"Ughhghhghghghghg."
"What?"
"Uuughghghhhh. Get some paper towels."
Yes, the dogs had left us not only poop, but pee. Pee which was deftly hidden under the kitchen table. Pee which I discovered with my bare foot. Pee which I had to clean up before I even poured myself a cup of coffee.
"I HAVEN'T EVEN HAD ANY COFFEE YET!"
Welcome to my life. Anyone want to trade?
Even just for a day??
I hate that, I have woken up in the middle of the night and on my way to the bathroom, step barefoot in cat puke. Sometimes animals can be such a pain!
ReplyDeleteNo Thanks! I always get the cat puke in the middle of the night on my side of the bed. I have to lay a towel down so I am not laying in a wet spot! Gotta still love em' though!
ReplyDeleteYou could take my granfbaby's for a few days...good idea, contained poop!!! Looks like we are getting close to a date for your visit up north!!!
ReplyDeletemight even cook for you!!! ( Cowboy H still has to go to our club for dinner!!!
I've been there.Frequently. The swear words fly, but you still love the little stinkers.
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