A Crappy Start to New Year's Eve...Literally...

Alright, I'll keep this one short and sweet. For the last week and a half, I've been dog-sitting at my dad's house, while he's in Paris with my sister and stepdad. Life's rough, huh? Anyway, dog-sitting has been going great! The dogs are taking short walks every day, in spite of the frigid weather, no fights thus far (knock on wood)...Basically all has been well in dog land. Until today! My dad's housekeeper was scheduled to come over on Thursday, to clean up before they got home from France. She texted me last night, however, to let me know that she would be coming over today, instead. It wasn't that big of a deal. It meant that I will now have to pick up around the house twice, instead of once, but it wasn't the end of the world. I wanted to be out of her way, and usually she stays most of the day. So, when I left around 9 to take Charley to school, I asked her to let the dogs out when she had a chance. I was in and out all day. I let them out around 2:00, then went to pick Charley up from school. This is where it gets a little gross.

Charley and I got back to my dad's house, and the dogs were out on the porch. I called to the dogs, to let them outside, then opened the door to the living room, where I promptly stepped in a pile of dog poop. "EEEEEWWWW!" I squealed, as I felt it squish under my boot. I took my boot off, and raced into the other room to get paper towels to wipe it off. In the process, I managed to step in ANOTHER pile of poop in my sock. "GROSS!!!!!" I shouted! Then, I carefully removed my socks, while inspecting the somewhat camouflaging floor to make sure I didn't step in anything barefoot. It's like the moment it crossed my mind, it HAPPENED. "OH MY GOSH! WHAT IS HAPPENING?!?!!!!" I yelled. Poor Charley isn't used to me losing my cool, and started crying. I wasn't actually mad, I was just surprised, disgusted, and totally unprepared for crap that had apparently been intended to surround me. Yuck!

So Charley was crying, the dogs were outside, then my sister tried to FaceTime us from France. Her timing couldn't have been worse. Anyhow, I cleaned everything up, got Charley situated, then got another phone call. I wasn't on the phone for more than 2 minutes before I looked over and noticed that Charley was lying on her belly, making me a little present of her own. Now, 3 weeks ago, this would've been no big deal. But she's potty training...which means NO diaper. "Are you KIDDING me?!" I exclaimed. I rushed her to the potty...although of course she had already gotten most of the job done in her pants. In 20 minutes, I think I cleaned up more crap than I have ever dealt with in my life. Gross.

This, apparently, is how I was intended to spend the last night of 2013. Cleaning up crap. Metaphorically speaking, I HAVE been doing a lot of that lately, so maybe this was just the literal manifestation of what I've been doing in other areas of my life! With that said, Charley and I are going to spend our New Year's Eve at home tonight. I'm going to have a glass of wine, go to bed early, and think about how this crappy New Year's Eve must be bringing about a very exciting and wonderful New Year in all areas of my life. Happy New Year!