*This is going to be a complete post of me bitching and complaining and whining so please feel free to skip right on over it*
Last night was probably one of the worst nights sleep of my life. Amos (our foster pup) constantly kicked his kennel in his sleep waking me up constantly. I had to get up to pee three times. At 2:30am the smoke detector in our bedroom decided that the battery needed to be changed so it started that incessant beeping every 15 seconds. IT IS LOUD AS FUCK. Neither E or I could get up to do anything because if we did Amos would think it would be time to get up and start the day. Queue my blood pressure rising every damn time that thing beeped and he kicked his cage. I was about to go crazy by the time 5:45 rolled around and our alarms went off. Got up, got all the dogs up and outside in this cold as shit weather brought them back inside after trying to get Amos to take a shit and he was just so ready for breakfast that he refused to go. So what happens? While he is sitting and waiting for me to fix his breakfast he can’t hold it and shits on the floor. FUCKING AWESOME.
Everyone eats, goes BACK outside (just in case) and then I can finally sit down in my office and start my work day by 6:10am. Not even 10 minutes later Amos starts that pre-gag thing that dogs do before the puke. Well I had already cleaned up shit that morning idk if my stomach should stand cleaning up great dane size vomit so I flung open the front door and shoved his ass out so fast. He decided to up chuck his entire breakfast on our front lawn and I could care less. The fucking birds can clean it up for all I care. I come back inside and E is finally coming down stairs to leave for work, as he opens our bedroom door upstairs I hear that fucking smoke detector. E couldnt have disabled it for me?! I have to listen to it all fucking day while I work??? I have to get up on a chair and do it myself? What if I fall? Oh, idk just a pregnant woman up on a chair. He said that he was running super late and he would get it when he gets home. Yea, right, because I can wait till 6:30pm for him to come home and screw around with it.
I just want to scream and the day has barely begun.
I know that all this is stupid and I need to all just let it go but I am just SO tired and everything piled on top of each other and I just want to curl in a ball and shut out the world for today. I don’t know if it’s the hormones, if it’s the lack of sleep or if I am just having a bad day but I am ready for the day to be over.