a day in the life.

dead mouse. pried out of puppy's mouth. me= freaking out. ew. dispose of mouse, still freaking out and trying not to look at it.

suprisingly still made it on time to v's tutoring, by taking the "short cut".

made lunch. call to girls. return to said lunch (on a plate in the middle of the counter), to only half of it left. hello older dog.

puppy diarrhea all over foyer and vestibule. clean up on aisle 9 please.

Pee. u. blech.

cleaning up said mess, and a lovely visit from mormon missionaries. yes, i have my beliefs and i respect yours and i repect and appreciate what you are doing today, but no time to chat. sorry boys. yes, i'll take a card if you like. i just really need to get back inside to my problem.

wake up child who fell asleep, hold your nose, it reaks downstairs.

only 20 minutes late to our grammy visit. not bad considering.

back home to get ready for soccer.

diarrhea in and outside puppy crate. throw up too. nauseousness ensues in us all.

daddy comes home, thank goodness. off the clock and book it out of that house.

home to mom with tummy issues. go get her tummy meds.

shower. shower. shower. i cannot wash my hands enough after the daily events.

to bed.

all i could do was laugh.

this was my day, how was yours?!