Lately my life has been consumed by a little ball of white smelly fur. I feel like I'm the mother of a newborn who can't wear diapers. I'm up every bit as often, except I have to take the bloody thing outside to relieve himself! I have to trust my kids to help me out when I'm not home, and they do- but today I got a call at work that went something like this...
Gage: "Mom, Rocco pooped on the floor."
Me: "OK, what did you do about it?"
Gage: "I tried to clean it up. I picked up what I could and put the machine on the spot."
Gage: "When I took the machine off the spot, it just smeared it and made it bigger..."
Me: "Gage! How much poop did you leave on the floor??"
Gage: "I got as much as I could!"
19 years BABY!
3 weeks ago