The Morning From Hell

It started with the buzzing of an alarm clock, something I haven't awoken to in weeks since I got this horrible cold with the cough that just won't go away.  Six o'clock in the morning, and I found myself suddenly wide awake.

Everyone else in the house was sleeping, including the dogs.

I tiptoed to the bathroom and started the shower, getting ready for my two-hour commute into The Big Bad City.  I didn't want to be nervous, but damn if I could help it.  Standing under the hot water far longer than normal, I went over and over what I planned to say at my interview.  The water felt so good, and the rehearsal became something of an obsession.

Stepping out of the shower, I heard The Hubbs exclaim in surprise - or was it anger?  disbelief? - in the kitchen.  Wrapped in my tangerine towel, I hobbled out of the steamy warmth to see what was going on.  Somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized The Princess was awake.

A lake on the kitchen floor.  Bubbles had apparently climbed out of bed while I was in the shower, and the poor pup couldn't hold it.  She got as close to outside as she could before peeing all over the floor.  This hasn't happened once since she was a puppy, and I felt terrible for not rousing The Girls and shooing them out the door before I hopped into the shower.

It.  Was.  Everywhere.  The poor Hubbs almost slipped in it, which - while funny as hell - would not have been a good thing.  It seeped under the refrigerator and seemed to be comprised of gallons.  That poor girl had to go.

At some point during the dog pee drama, The Hubbs had entered The Princess's room to get her ready for school...until he realized she had produced a truck-stop caliber poop, chunks of which were beginning to fall out her shorts even with the Pull-Up still on (thank goodness for small favors...at least it was solid!).

I tended to The Princess while The Hubbs moved the fridge and mopped up Lake Bubbles in the kitchen.  Looking back, it's hilarious, but at the time it was a little bit wild around here.  I was running around half-dressed, trying to help.  The Hubbs had just woken up, and was in his pre-coffee haze.  Sookie was scared to come near anyone, and Bubbles looked so profoundly sorry that I found myself fighting off sympathetic tears.  The Princess, though, seemed unfazed.  She happily munched her cereal bar while cuddling Dirt Pink in her favorite chair.

Fortunately, the rest of the day did not follow the precedents set by The Morning From Hell.  In fact, it turned out to be a pretty okay Thursday indeed.