I didn't get much sleep last night and then had an early morning despite the fact that Honey tried to surprise me by taking the kids to school since he had early errands to run.
Cutecumber decided to wake up earlier than usual and give me a nice morning face rub. I wish it would have annoyed me to the point of actually getting up. Instead I realized I had fallen back asleep and sat up with a jolt (just love an adrenaline rush in the morning don't you?) to find Cutecumber sitting diaperless in my bed, eating a slice of bread. Such a wonderful feeling waking up in a breadcrumb sandbox.
I let out a sigh of relief (I had only been asleep for 10 minutes) but slowly my mind pieced together the entire story of this scene.
Cutecumber had ripped open a new loaf of bread and emptied it onto the kitchen floor because obviously that very back slice is the best. My dog is sniffing at it and trying to lick my face while I am bent down picking up the mess. How annoying! Wait...why does my dog smell like poo?
Remember how cutecumber was found diaperless in my bed? Yeah, she dropped that fully- loaded sucker on her bedroom floor as a play toy for the minpin. Is my dog the only one that loves to roll in poo? GROSS!
Bread in the trash, dog and baby bathed, carpet scrubbed, sheets in the laundry... I look at the clock and it's 8:00. What a morning!
Honey walks in-
"I just called work and I don't have to be in until 12:00"
Slight elation at the hope I may sneek in a nap-
"My errands are not going as planned and I need more time. I'm headed back out hoping to finish by noon. I just came home to grab some paper work.."
"You're going to be home really late tonight then, going in this late?"
"Yeah, sorry hun...ok, got the papers. Hey, the dog just peed in the hall. Bye!"
Now it's noon. I just got cutecumber to lay down and I have the choice of cleaning or sleeping. Instead I am stuffing my face with oreos, which I don't even like. My phone is bleeping somewhere nearby that it needs to be charged, yet I'm too tired to find it and plug it in. Every few minutes the sound is picking at my sanity as I present you with this blog of self pity.
I believe my monthly visitor is only one rant and two king sized candy bars away.