Little fact about me, I like to write. I think I’ve been writing my whole life. Here are some of my writings, sweet pieces by me.
So, from the kitchen this morning, while making my morning coffee, I heard that sound…that digusting sound of something being choked up from the back of an animal’s throat. My dog was throwing up! Uggghhhh
I grabbed a few paper towels and a plastic bag and ran to my bedroom where she was. My 3-1/2 year old was on the bed watching toy videos on his Kindle. He says the doggie threw up. (As if I could NOT hear that noise from anywhere in the house) I asked him where it is and he stands on the bed and points directly at it, “There!”. Ok so I start wiping up the bulk of it (looks like corn…wow when did she even get corn – I’m dumbfounded, plus we haven’t had corn for at least 3 days) My son gags. Then I inhale and I start to gag. Wow, possibly the second worst smell, number one being dog poop. My son gags again. Oh my gosh, is he going to throw up? He’s on my bed…please don’t throw up. I tell him to hide under the covers where it’s safe. Can I hide too? I continue to wipe up and get the Bissell carpet cleaner. Ok whew, all done. Now I REALLY need that morning coffee.
I head back to the kitchen to add my creamer and of course whipped cream. I open the fridge and here comes said toddler. He grabs a can of 7-up and goes to find his cup and straw. Soda at 9am? I don’t THINK SO. “No Wyatt”, I tell him, “You can have apple juice”. He runs from the kitchen yelling and goes back to our room. I can hear him reasoning with himself out loud and saying I need my Dada. Which of course he does because mommy is mean and said no. I wonder if this attitude comes from not seeing his dada last night. Galen worked late and then went out with the guys for pizza to say goodbye to one of his employees, so he got home a little late and Wyatt was already in bed.
I just feel like if this is any indication of how the day is going to go, I’m headed back to bed.
Oh wait, I can’t because I do have a 2 year old, still in her crib. So I reheat my coffee, add all the “bad stuff” and head to the computer where I must vent about my morning so I can have a clear head for the day. Well, “try” to have a clear head. Most of the time I have about 100 thoughts running through my mind at all times. I might write again later if I have time. However, I hope to get a shower when the 2 year old naps since I have a girl’s night out tonight. Wine and coloring. I’m SO looking forward to that. Then I have to make a sympathy card for a dear friend that just lost her father.
Well, it’s time to make breakfast and get Sophie up. Hope you have a blessed day that doesn’t involve any doggie throw up. Or toddler screaming. 🙂