My mood for the day is usually infinitely determined by what I wake up to in the morning. This morning it was hubby's dog (stupid mutt as I refer to it) beautiful mess of an entire 40 L garbage bag and all its contents spread all over the kitchen floor. AGAIN.....
As I precariously navigated my way around the meat wrappers and various different expired packages I tried in vain to keep my anger in check. ** please don't kick the dog... please don't kick the dog** . Of course I have never kicked this dog but I can shamefully admit it gets harder and harder every day.
So I decided today that Hubby would clean up after HIS dog because 8 years of cleaning up daily messes of garbage, feces and mangled hot wheels cars is starting to take its toll.
So, today will be one of those days that would have otherwise probably been a pretty good day. Now it will be forever ruined by the image of destruction in my kitchen, as I stumble to make a much needed coffee.
As I precariously navigated my way around the meat wrappers and various different expired packages I tried in vain to keep my anger in check. ** please don't kick the dog... please don't kick the dog** . Of course I have never kicked this dog but I can shamefully admit it gets harder and harder every day.
So I decided today that Hubby would clean up after HIS dog because 8 years of cleaning up daily messes of garbage, feces and mangled hot wheels cars is starting to take its toll.
So, today will be one of those days that would have otherwise probably been a pretty good day. Now it will be forever ruined by the image of destruction in my kitchen, as I stumble to make a much needed coffee.