Not gonna lie – this past month has been a tough one. But my saving grace, my solace, if you will, is coming through the front door after a long day, kicking off my heels, and climbing the stairs to my bedroom; my bedroom where I’m greeted by nine soft and comfy pillows, a pair of fuzzy slippers, and my denim blue Life is Good over-sized sweatshirt. Not even once, does it cross my mind that I’m going to climb those stairs and step in a big, steaming pile of dog poop.
But that is exactly what happened. After being on my feet for about 8 hours, I couldn’t wait to get home and take off those gorgeous ankle wrap mocha heels. Tossing them off and heading up the stairs, I felt something that one should not find on the stairs. My naked toes stepped in something…and when I turned on the light and realized what it was, I looked and sounded a lot like this:
Of course, I muttered a few profanities under my breath – well, no, not under my breath. The kids weren’t home and I was completely alone, so I cursed. I cursed loudly. I believe I called the dog an asshole multiple times.
Once that was taken care of, and I’d cleaned and disinfected the entire carpet, I made my way out to the chicken coop – because, you know, I’m a glutton for punishment. And while I was trying to get them into their little chicken condo for the night, one of the chickens left a lovely gift all over my white blouse. Isn’t that just slap-you-in-the-face, kick-you-in-the-teeth fantastic?
When I walked through the back door, I didn’t see my pooch. Perhaps calling him an asshole wasn’t my best move. He was nowhere to be found. And I bet he was pissed. I headed back up the stairs to unwind with a nice, warm bath. I mean, at the end of a bad day, what’s better than being surrounded by bubbles and candles? Perhaps a glass of wine for good measure.
Drawing open the curtain, I noticed that my shampoos and conditioners had been knocked over . My body wash had spilled all over the floor of the tub. And there, in the middle of it all, covered in soapy lavender bubbles, was my pooch.
I guess he had a bad day too.