In the Doghouse

I don't know who I'm more mad at, the hubby or the dogs. Well really I'm mad at the dogs and the hubby is getting all my displaced anger, however unfairly that anger may be and here is why

I have always been a dog person. Hence the fact that I have two 80 pound labs who are spoiled rotten. In the past they have been a huge comfort to me during M's deployments. This time Im considering shipping them off to the pound

Normally when M leaves the dogs could care less. They know it's their mom that feeds and takes them outside and dad sometimes plays with them. This time however they have turned into clingy, whiny dogs. Their latest thing that has started within the last month is not eating. They refused to eat their food. Then they refused to go to the bathroom outside. Well, I should clarify. They love to go outside they just refuse to do their business. Then they come inside and whine to go back out. Since we live in an apartment it's up to me to constantly take them out. And no matter how long I walk them around outside they refuse to go, then it's back inside and the cycle starts all over again. Every noise, person or animal outside attracts their attention and they refuse to do their business. After working with kids who have behavioral problems all day, then coming home exhausted and sick from being pregnant, the last thing I have patience for is the dogs. I switched their food which made them eat again but still the bathroom problem consisted

Finally I said I can't keep taking them out every time they whine. So last night after taking my dogs out three times in one hour and walking them up and down to no avail, I gave up. So at two in the morning my youngest dog started to whine to go outside. This usually is a nightly occurrence so I didn't get up since the alarm was going to go off in two hours. Big mistake. I fell back asleep dreaming that she had an accident in the house. When I woke up at 4:30 am my nose was met with a horrible smell. All down my hallway and around my living room was a nice slimy mess of diarrhea. I broke down,cursed out the hubby and called my parents at 4 their time crying hysterically. Three hours later and I was finally done getting at least most of the mess off the carpet. Then the fire alarms in my apartment started going off. I was able to turn them off and crawl back into bed hoping for an hour of sleep. No such luck. Less than an hour later the alarms started going off again. This made the dogs freak out and I searched the apt for anything smoking, plugged in or candle left on. Nothing and the alarms would not turn off. I rushed to my neighbor who tried to help but again no such luck. Our apartment office and maintenance don't open until 10 and it was 845. I left a message for maintenance and luckily the maintenance manager came in to work early today to do paperwork and was able to fix the alarms.

So needless to say I am frustrated, tired, sick and irritated and seriously contemplating packing up my bags and returning to WI for the remainder of the hubs deployment. Oh did I mention that on friday night I got a flat tire and have that to get fixed even though I just got new tires a month ago on my car and in the past three weeks have spent a small fortune on car repairs for both the hubs and my car.

So I am blogging about this to try and calm down. Hopefully my day will turn out better than it began