AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Let me tell you about how fantastic things are going right now. For starters, my car is FINALLY getting fixed, and I was so excited about having a rental car to drive...but the auto body shop gave me frickin' Ecto 1 to drive. What the hell? The damn thing looks like a hearse. I hate it! What's the fun in driving a rental car when it looks like I'm transporting dead bodies?

Bustin' makes me feel good...

Ok, so I guess the rental car thing isn't so bad...I just hoped for something more fun/less ugly to drive. Aside from that, I found out a very good friend of mine is in the hospital. I'm so worried about her, I just want her to be ok. She's not sure how long she has to stay in there, so I sent her a basket of stuff to help keep her distracted/occupied. I'm not going to go into detail here about what's wrong with her, but I will say that had it not been addressed in time, it could have been very, very bad. Fatal, even. I never want to hear the word "fatal" in the same sentence as one of my friend's names. Especially when it's such a good friend as she is to me. I am hoping to go visit her one of these days, but it's hard to with the baby and the husband's schedule. Since he works the night shift, he sleeps most of the day/evening. I'm pretty sure you're not allowed to bring babies to visit people in the hospital, but if you are, I'd rather not because I want to focus my attention on my sick friend, ya know? I want to be able to talk with her and maybe even play a game or something with her and not have to worry about keeping the baby content. I sent the basket of get well stuff in with her boyfriend, who is also a very good friend of mine, so at least I was able to get that to her. I just really want her to get better!! :( Too many people are getting sick lately. Not good times.

Sigh. Ok, let's change the subject to something slightly less depressing. This morning around 3:30am, my LO (remember, that stands for little one) woke up for a bottle and a diaper change. 3:30 is usually her time to wake up, so I was ready to meet her needs. However, while I was feeding her she took a massive crap in her diaper, and she wreaked ungodly bad. She's only 3 months old, but this is the first time she has ever smelled THIS disgusting, and I'm sure it won't be the last. I imagine that this is what the Bog of Eternal Stench from Labyrinth smells like. Or Dowistrepla. (For those who don't know, there was an episode of How I Met Your Mother where Lily and Marshall get an apartment in a town called Dowistrepla, then later find out that the town's name is an acronym for Down Wind Of the Sewage Treatment Plant, which is why the town smells so awful at times). Well, not only did this diaper wreak to high heaven, but the poo went up her back a little and soaked through her onesie and pajamas.



You said it, horrible actor from Troll 2. So I got her all cleaned up and situated to go back to sleep. I spread out her blanket in my bed, put her on her belly on top of it, and tucked her in. I was like, ok, niiight. Wait...what the? Is that? Is that...pee? Yep. A big, round wet spot of dog urine. In my bed. I was like, great, now I need to wash this sheet. But it didn't stop there...not only was the sheet wet, but the comforter, a pillow, and the mattress sheet were all soaked through.

I know, right!? I had to get the baby out of the bed, put her back in her bassinet and strip my bed entirely. I put the wiener dogs in their crates because at that point, I wasn't sure if it was Milo or Lady who had committed such a treacherous act. At this point, it was about 4:30am. I was tired at all get out, and the last thing I wanted to do while half asleep was laundry and soaking up pee from my mattress. I threw the stuff in the wash, sprayed the mattress with some pet scotch guard, and blotted up the pee the best I could. All I wanted was to go back to sleep, but the area was still not dry. I decided to just put a towel over it then put a clean sheet down over top. This worked out fine, so I got a clean comforter and went back to bed. Except since I was so pissed off and moving around a lot, I was wide awake. It took me a while to finally fall back to sleep after sending angry texts to the husband. I then put the pieces together and figured out it was in fact Lady, who is SUPPOSED to be our best dog out of the 4, who pissed the bed. I knew it was her because she had been laying in that spot for most of the night, while Milo was either on my legs or pressed up against my side. When we first went to bed, Lady was propped up on the pillow that was also urine soaked (I trashed that bad boy immediately) so she must have peed in her sleep. We have had issues with dogs wetting the bed in the past, but they were also a lot younger, and none of them have done this in years. Lady is 6 years old, one would think she has moved past bed wetting. Lesson learned about continuing to allow dogs to sleep in bed. :/
So yeah, that was a lovely morning. Chase woke up not even an hour after I fell back to sleep, so I put her on my chest around 6:30am, and luckily she passed right back out. Mark came home after 7 this morning and took over with the baby so I could sleep in. I got up around 10:30, but I'm still exhausted since my sleep was so incredibly broken. It would figure that because Chase slept well, that something else had to interfere with my sleep. She's napping now, and I'm not sure how much longer she will stay down, but I better end this post now because there's a lot to do around here. I am a bridesmaid in a wedding come November, and tonight I have to go look at dresses with the bride-to-be and the other girls in the wedding. Family is coming to visit us tomorrow as well, so this house needs to stop looking like a scene from Hoarders. So much time, so little to do. Wait...strike that, reverse it. Thank you.