Oh. Dear. God. This has literally been the shittiest day of my entire life. It was not me who spent Daniel's entire nap scrubbing dog poop out of my carpet. One more reason to hate carpet and one more reason to start locking the dogs in the kitchen when I leave the house. It was not me who had to fish my child and his poop out of the bathtub tonight. It was not me who swore that I would be showering with bleach and a Brillo pad tonight.
It was not me who finished my blog last Monday only to sit down in the backyard and cry for another hour. It was not me who claimed that our calendar was wrong and declared that May 15 would be Mother's Day at the Carey household. It was not me who woke up to homemade waffles yesterday morning. And it was not me who spent 3 hours digging in the dirt while Doug and Daniel detailed my car. Nor was it me who burst into tears (again) this morning when Doug revealed my "real" Mother's Day gift to me. He's having a ring made for me. Word? It's going to be the complement to my wedding ring (which is also my engagement ring) and I can't wait to see it. He designed it and the jeweler is working on it now. So it won't be me who drops in on the jeweler tomorrow to have my wedding band cleaned and to have my finger measured for a new ring. Sweet!
Ugh. It is also not me who is getting ready to attack the carpet with more carpet cleaner nor is it me who will be lighting yet another candle before joining the Brillo pad and bleach in the shower.
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