For some reason, with an office job, I’m more disciplined about writing my entries at night to publish during the day. I think it’s because I always think I’ll have time to write an entry during the day when I’m home with the kids, but I know I won’t when I have to work. So, the entry below this one is the one I had set to publish this morning. Normally - I wouldn’t have another one so soon - but my morning started off SO AWESOME…I just had to hurry and tell you about it.
I woke up at 5am this morning. Which is late for my new Working Mom schedule because I have to get the kids up at 5:45am. I need more than 45 minutes to get everything else (including myself) ready. When I realized it was 5am, I thought Oh, well. No shower this morning. Hair goes in a bun.
I exited my bedroom to let the dogs out and was greeted with the most awesome discovery! One of the dogs had diarrhea all over the dining room carpet. And when I say “all over” - I’m not exaggerating. I mean, they didn’t actually move the furniture and poop in those spots too. But - any spot without furniture? Was pooped on.
It’s funny. Well - not the dog poop on the carpet - that’s not funny. But it’s funny that I didn’t even miss a beat. I just let the dogs out, pushed the “brew” button on the coffee maker, and grabbed the Resolve and paper towels. After 20 minutes and a bag full of poop-soaked paper towels, I went and got the carpet cleaner and steam-cleaned the dining room to make sure it got really clean. After I was done with Poop Patrol, I then finally made my first cup of coffee! This is progress for me. Normally I would have needed that coffee FIRST. I think having two kids under three has made me a more durable mother. I seem to tolerate a lot more with a lot less.
So…I started my day shampooing dog shit out of my dining room carpet. If that doesn’t say, “Welcome back to being a Working Mom!” - I don’t know what does.

Man, I feel like today has plowed me over, chewed me up, shat on me and called me a snotty bitch. I just put NikkiZ to sleep and was contemplating bed myself. At 8:30pm. Because I’m tired, achy and bitchy. I’m in a kicking puppies and yelling at babies kind of mood. Do you get those moods? Where you just want to do a bit of ass kicking before calling it a day? You don’t? Just me? Hmmm. Maybe 9 months without a beer is tougher on me than I originally thought it would be.






