It’s not been a great 24 hours.

First, my sister had to put her dog to sleep yesterday. It was very difficult. This is after her father in law died last week. And then her mother in law as diagnosed with cancer. And she’s living with my parents helping to take care of my dad with Alzhiemers. Although to be honest, dealing with my mom can be way worse then my dad, but that’s a whole ‘nother topic. Anyway, it’s been a hard week.

Yes it does put the following rant into perspective. But of course, that doesn’t slow me down.

So the 24 hours from hell started with the leaking fridge. Hubby can’t fix it. Have to call a repairman. Should have done that to begin with, but I digress.

Then, last night, the chocolate bunnies disappeared and there was a huge brown spot on the carpet where the dog had been licking it. Our dog is less then 20 pounds and chocolate is poisonous to dogs. We figured out, after getting the kids to talk, that she had to have eaten at least ¾’s of two bunnies… more then enough to make her very sick. Dinara was distraught because she especially had been told several times to keep the candy up high so the dog couldn’t get it. Noah was strangely quiet. He too has been educated on chocolate. I just chalked his silence up to boy “withdrawal”. I was wrong.

So we researched on the Internet to decide should we take the dog to the vet or just induce vomiting. We induced vomiting with Ipecac syrup. Poor dog.

I’ll spare you the drama, but come to find out that the dog DIDN’T eat the two bunnies. Noah ate one (his own) and then most of his sisters. He GAVE the dog the last half of Dinara’s bunny. All the while while pulling info from the kids, he just maintained the lie. I wasn’t really that irritated about him actually giving the dog chocolate… the lying and then watching the dog and Dinara suffer just fried my eggs. As Sanibel started her 10 round of puking I can’t begin to tell you how livid I was with my son for lying. And although it might have been difficult to expect an almost five year old to be empathetic for a dog, he certainly didn’t show any empathy when Dinara was completely distraught over the fact that she might have killed the dog. The tears never stopped she felt so bad about it. He never shed a tear.

Then this morning, Noah was up at 5:30 am. I’m telling ya… this kid is testing my nerves! He woke up the rest of the house at 6am. After yelling at him several times to get back to bed (rules are he’s not allowed out of his bed till the first number is a 7) I couldn’t get back to sleep. And of course the dog had us up last night a lot too… so we are tired to begin with. So now, they have an extra grumpy mommy.

Then I get on email this morning and find out that guests of ours at the house in Florida had issues. Apparently, the house wasn’t up to standard. Which means I have to go deal with the property manager. It’s very difficult to manage a property from across the country. Especially when you are a control freak and the people you employ do meet their responsibilities. I’m just so not in the mood for confrontation today. I think since I’m over tired, I’ll wait and deal with it tomorrow. The people who complained are already checked out. So having a bit of distance is only going to be a good thing. (pun intended)

Oh.. and in perfect vain to show you my weekend grumpiness… remember last week when I said I had to clean up before the cleaning lady came? Well… I spent several hours in my kid’s room. I’ll blog about it later. But hopefully the lesson they came away with from that was “if mommy cleans, the things she gets rid of would not be the things I would get rid of so I am better off to clean my messes myself”. ‘Nuff said.

Ok… Im going to go drink a few more cups of coffee. Let’s hope it improves my mood.

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