I always bring my dog Biscuit out to go pee pee and I take him through the garage into the backyard.
But, when I opened the door, he couldn’t get out. So he runs the other way towards the front. Nowhere to go. The poor thing looked at me as if saying, “well what do I do now?”
I looked at him thinking, “wee wee pads, here I come.”
My husband was already out shoveling.
My initial thought was, “I hope he doesn’t have a heart attack.”
My next thought, and this may sound awful but it’s true, good thing he has life insurance. I know I’m a b***h, but that’s why he loves me. I think.
Either way, my day went like this:
Putting clothes in the dryer
Taking clothes out of the dryers
Making hot chocolate
Wiping up wetness on floor
Dressing children and so and so on….
Don’t get me wrong.
I love the kids,
I love them having fun.
But….I haaaattttteeee cleaning!
So, after doing all the things I wrote above, several times, I announced,
“MOMMY IS DONE FOR THE DAY!”
Surprisingly, no one went out after that.