My mom has gone on vacation for 3 weeks, leaving us with her 2 dogs (Oz and Ruby). Normally this would be fine, however my father is insisting that the 2 sleep in my bedroom with the others at night so they don't bother him.
1:45am rolls around and I wake up to the most vomit inducing smell I've ever witnessed in my entire life. The smell was so disgustingly strong that I nearly puked upon waking up.
Turn on my bedside light to see a giant nasty pile of feces all over the floor by the end of my bed. Without being too graphic, I suspect some of it came from the other end too.
I've spent a lot a time cleaning up dog crap in my life, but this, this was just something else.
Threw Oz outside (It was clear it was him), and took me 4 tries to clean it up because I had to keep leaving the area entirely to catch my breath.
So that's how my morning started.
Had chiropractor appointment at 11, which went well, and was supposed to have my tattoo done at 12. This particular tattoo has been rescheduled so many times in the last month, and guess what, it was again today. (In the artist's defense he has had some really bad luck lately, now his finger is broken). So the facility has offered me a new artist and a $30/hr discount which I guess I can't complain about.
And I've got group assignment after group assignment where I seem to be the only one doing any work?
But just between the rude awakening at 1:45 then to find out it's pushed back *again* I know it's not the end of the world, but dammit I don't do well without my sleep.