*Disclaimer: This story is completely true and happened about a month ago. It is not fabricated or elaborated upon.
When we went to bed last night, we were expecting a good nights sleep, but when we woke up this morning, we wondered if we’d even gone to bed. The sometimes-amazing-usually-decent-sleeper was sick with a fever and was up every. Stinking. Hour. The toddler played his normal game and climbed in bed with us at one point. And we had a new puppy that needed to go to the bathroom. A lot.
So then the husband went to work and I (Mama) was left alone with a screaming, unhappy baby, a high energy little boy, and a brand new, not-potty-trained puppy.
I tried to give the baby a bath to cool her fever down, but the cold water just got her mad. I hate screaming. And then I went to get her dressed again and the boy said “I stepped in poop”, and apparently the puppy had had an accident and Miles had stepped right in it. I hate poop. And the baby was still crying. I hate crying. Finally the puppy was put in a box, because I couldn’t find the dog crate and couldn’t handle her anymore. But then she chewed a hole through it and ran downstairs and peed. I hate dog pee.
I had to take the baby to the doctor and had no time to look for the puppy crate, so I locked the puppy in the laundry room with the box pushed against the baby gate at the top of the stairs. The doctor said that Nora had an ear and eye infection. Her eyes were crusty, her ears were hurting, and she was just plain unhappy.
So then we ran into Walmart for puppy toys to kill time until the baby’s antibiotics were ready. Only, when we came out, the pharmacy still didn’t have it ready, and I had to call the doctors office. Again.
And then I decided to go home, only to find the husband upset because the dog had pushed the box aside, squeezed through the baby gate, and ran downstairs and pooped and peed and ripped stuff up. So I promptly found the crate.
And the husband was even more grouchy because he had had a bad day at work and had to break up a fight. Between grown men.
We had words. But then we apologized and all drove into town for medicine and carpet remover and greasy fast food. And Miles almost had an accident in the car, but thankfully he made it.
It was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. My mom says that all moms have them. Do you?