Primal scream time

This would be one of those mornings where I just want to scream as loud as I can. If it wouldn't cause Abby to freak out and the construction workers to come check on me, I would totally do it.

I have had such a rough morning with the kids and the dog. To recap: Evan yet again did not get himself ready for school in a timely fashion. The dog both pooped and threw up on the floor. Evan decided to clean up the wood floor with a bathroom cleaner (not good for wood floor of course). I haven't had the heart to check that out thoroughly yet. Every time Evan addressed me this morning it was in the uttermost snotty voice. Abby peed on her pillow, her floor and my knee. All because she decided to take off her diaper and fling it on the floor. All this happened in the first hour I was awake.

I am now facing (in addition to my usual 4 loads of laundry), cleaning Abby's carpet and the wood floors. And probably a sick puppy for the next few hours. And I can expect to eat breakfast, oh about 1/2 past never. So why am I taking the time to blog instead of getting going on these tasks? Well because if I don't vent, I'm going to have to let out that primal scream. And I already told you why I can't do that.

Now if I still worked full-time, by now I'd be on my way to work. Where at least I could go to the bathroom alone and take my time in there. No one would pee on me. I wouldn't have to do laundry. I could sit in a chair. I could have a lunch break (an hour) to be alone. I would also have the 45 minute commute...alone. Some days I miss working. Today would be one of those days. I swear that the next person who tells me being a stay-at-home mom is easy is going to wish they hadn't opened their mouth.