What a Day!!

This has been one of the grossest days I have had in a long time. I woke up around 7:30 and after going to the bathroom, I wanted to get the newspaper off the porch. Max is still unsure about what he should do when the front door opens, so I give him the command to sit and stay and that has been working very well for the last several months. So I told him to sit and stay and opened the screen door to fetch the paper. Then I heard it. Max is gagging and starts to puke, but he did sit and stay, so what ya gonna do. I had to clean it up. I have the weakest stomach ever and cleaning up puke whether human or dog starts me gagging. I put him out the back door and he went pee and poop. Yeah Max. He seems fine now. I had errands to run - pick up some groceries and medicine from the pharmacy and I wanted to get them done because Kristen was going to borrow my car to go to Turlock for a work-related event and I wanted all my errands done before she had to leave.

So I get dressed and go out to the car (parked on the street) and there is dew all over the windows. I have a squeegee in the back seat so I get it out and start wiping off the windows, starting with the back windshield, to the passenger side windows, front windshield and then I see it. Some asshole has spit a big ball of snot on the driver side window and it is slowly dripping down the window. Again, I start gagging, but I had to clean it up. Even now it grosses me out to think about it.

So I do my errands and I am gone just a little over an hour and when I get home, I find that Max has crapped in front of the TV. I again have to clean that up and clean the carpet. It was gross, a little loose and (the worst) still warm. Again, I start gagging and almost actually puked myself. I get out the Lysol and spray and now I am gagging because I do not really like the scent of the Lysol. I probably overdid it with the Lysol, but I didn't want the smell in the house.

I still had things to do so I start the first of three loads of laundry and wash the dishes from dinner last night, cleaned the bathroom and made the bed. I was trying to MOVE more, so I tried to do things the dumb way instead of the easy way. When I folded the laundry and had to put it away (I hate putting laundry away) instead of piling in it the laundry basket, I walked each pile of folded laundry to its proper place - one trip for the towels, one trip for the washclothes, one trip for the dish towels, one trip for my underwear, one trip to the closet with my blouses and one trip to the closet for my pants (you get the idea) so that I burned a few more calories. Also, when at the grocery store (I needed about 7 items) I walked up and down each isle of the entire store. No I didn't break a sweat, but at least I was attempting to move a little more.

I had a turkey sandwich for lunch (no chips today) and for dinner (Dave got paid today and it has been our tradition for ever that I don't cook on payday and we go get something and bring it home, but how nice it would be to actually eat at the restaurant). We decided on spaghetti and ravioli, which comes with a huge salad. I ate the salad with a couple of bites of spaghetti and about 4 little raviolis and 1/2 piece of bread, so I am feeling pretty good about what I put in my mouth today.

Then the worst happens. Within about 20 minutes after dinner, I got the worst stomach ache and spent the next 1/2 hour on the toilet (I know, Kris, too much information). I don't think it was the food because Dave ate the same thing and he felt fine. After 3 more episodes of being in the bathroom, now I feel fine. So I guess I will get ready for bed now and hope for a better day tomorrow.

Oh, I forgot to mention that I emailed Dave and told him the morning things that had happened and within about 10 minutes, he calls me on the phone and says he has a big ball of snot on the windshield of his car and could I come clean it. Actually he told me that since I was having such a bad morning that he just wanted to call me and tell me that he loved me (he never tells me that) and that he was sorry that I was having a bad day and that he hoped the rest of the day would be better. That was sweet and rather surprising because he hates to talk on the phone and usually only calls me when he has to work late or if he is "parked" on the freeway because of an accident and doesn't want me to hear about an accident on the freeway and worry that he might be involved. We talked about 10 minutes and he told me some funny things that had happened at work and just a little chit chat and then he asked me if I felt better. I think he knows that sometimes I just get overwhelmed when a lot of things happen that I have no control over and he just wanted to make sure I was doing okay. He did come home making gagging noises as he came through the door, but by then I thought it was funny.

Okay, I am going to bed now!!!!