I think someone has named today "Lose control over your bladder" day. SOMEONE told Tandra and I that Sissy has been potty trained and hasn't had an accident all week. Has been sleeping in underwear and everything. That's hard to believe when you wake up to find that she's gone #1 AND #2 in her underwear and wet the bed, and then has another accident not two hours later. Then my goddamn dog has had THREE fucking accidents today, one in her cage and two within an hour of each other on the kitchen floor. Goddamn dog is becoming more trouble than she's worth. I don't even like her right now, I'm just waiting for her to chill out.
I got about five good hours of sleep followed by a couple more hours punctuated by rolling out of bed and yelling at the kids to quit their yelling. I did get a nice snuggly nap with my baby though.
This day just sucks. It sucks a lot when you have to say about a Sunday that it can't end soon enough. Lord knows I don't want to go to work tomorrow, but the way today has gone it will probably be better than today. Too bad I can't just run away and leave everyone behind for a while.
I'm going to go ignore the world again for a while until I can go to sleep.