I grabbed my clothes that I had laid out the night before, and stumbled into the bathroom.
15 minutes later I made my way down the stairs.
As I descended, I could hear the click of nails on the tile floor and the neurotic pacing of three dogs who most likely did something very wrong.
It was as I hit the landing of our stairs that the pungent odor of a sick dog mess smacked me in the face.
Someone(s) had gotten sick out of their butts ALL! OVER! THE! KITCHEN! FLOOR!
Now, I won't go into detail - which is very hard for me because I am a detailed person and appreciate details, even the gross kind - but there was enough "sickness" that it could not have all been from one dog. And since all THREE dogs were suspects, outside they went.
Then, in the 5 AM hour, I was on my hands and knees, scrubbing our kitchen floor.
As I drove into work, obviously behind schedule because of the impromptu floor scrubbing, out of no where, it started pouring rain. Like, I had to pull over for 5 minutes because I couldn't see, even with my wipers on full blast.
Once through the downpour and then on to the back roads, hoping to make up some time, I got behind a school bus. A school bus that stopped at every other driveway, whether there was a kid out there or not, and more of the kids were NOT out there.
And then I got to work. 45 minutes late. Thank you pugs, rain, and school bus.
Better Late than Never.
xoxo
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