Down in the dumps

This is my current mood right now.  I’ve been wallowing in “dumpville” for the past two days.  I’m excited to see Obi-Wan in a month so obviously, that’s not dragging me down.  I guess it’s like what I wrote in my post yesterday about starting to feel again.  My emotions are just swamping me right now.  I’m starting to think about how bad I miss Obi-Wan and how I just want to wish him home like I Dream of Jeannie or something.  7 months is the longest we’ve been apart and I still have another month to go before I see him.  I’m over this.  Every time I start to feel like I’ve got a handle on things, something happens with the house or the dogs or the car or I just get frustrated and want this over.

I was already in a foul mood all day yesterday and after I got home and greeted my wonderful puppies, I walked upstairs to change clothes and discovered massive amounts of sh*t in our office and hallway.  Apparently Baby Paw had an upset tummy and decided it was worth his effort to trudge upstairs to go to the bathroom versus staying downstairs.  It looked like a poo bomb had gone off.  Little bits of stuff everywhere which took me 90 minutes to clean up and steam vacuum.  I know it wasn’t his fault and I wasn’t mad at him but for pete’s sake – the dog could at least have gone on all the ceramic tile downstairs.  But nooooooo, he had to go on the carpet. 

So that just capped off my crappy mood (pun intended).  And today, I’m still lingering around in dumpville.  I’ll snap out of it soon, I always do.  But for now, I’m going to stay a bit longer and wallow.

[Honey - if you are reading this - I'm ok.  Don't worry, I'm fine.  Just not in the best of spirits but I will rebound.]