A Shitty Night

Literally...

This week work has come to a head. I knew it would be a crazy week going in, but 12-14 hour days were not on my radar. I am so not complaining, just saying...it's been a little trying. It's days/weeks like this were you feel the 'single parent' pain. Typically I get an hour or 2 during the day to myself to do things around the house, run errands, workout, etc. Not so much this week. It's been at least 9:30 every night before I've been able to collapse on the couch and have a little "me time". Which brings me to shitty night...

So last night I finished showing houses at 6:50. Ran by my parents to pick up a file I needed for a meeting this morning, picked up Layla at 7:08 (to be exact) and she ws completely filthy. It's be expected as she usually isn't the cleanest after being with F-head. I get her home and decide it'd be best to head straight to the bath. I get her in the bath (after playing ring around the rosey until we were dizzy on my bed). While she was taking a bath I decided to sort and put away the moutain of laundry awaiting. In the meantime I hear the down whining downstairs. She obviously needs to go out but because of surgery last week she has to be leashed. I can't very well leave Layla in the tub and go take her out. Sasha will have to wait. All the sudden I hear the dreaded, "I pooped". It's been a long time since she's done that and she had to pick last night! I get her out of the tub and decide the quickest way to get her bathed would be just to put her in the shower with me. So I get her cleaned up and dressed. Get the tub cleaned up. Gather her toys to bleach, get her in bed and head downstairs. I got halfway down the stairs when I noticed an unusual smell. It didn't take long to figure out what it was. Not only had I just just cleaned up Layla's poop, I would now be cleaning up Sasha's poop, Ya think she could have taken 2 steps to the right and done it on the hardwood floors? Hell no. Right on a runner. I got her contained to her kennel so she wouldn't step in (in the meantime I stepped in it, with bare feet of course). Get my feet scrubbed. Clean up the poop. Drap the rug outside and start hosing it down. I'm pretty sure it's ruined. Shitty night....I'd say so!

And yes, I was that Mom this morning. I dropped my child off at daycare with her pajamas on. It wasn't worth the battle this morning and I was late for a meeting. At least they were cute pajamas. :)