So, I brought the dog’s in because they were outside barking uncontrollably. Well Drake wasn’t, because he had the bark collar on, but Logan was. Logan’s bark is much louder and rough, so it’s worse. They were tangled up together, so the farthest away they could get from each other was around 3 feet. I bring them in, they immediately start knocking stuff over and making a mess out of the house I had cleaned all day. Then, to top it off, as I was picking up after the mess they made downstairs, Drake went up and took a crap in Erik’s room. AGAIN! He was inside for a matter of maybe, 6-7 minutes. Not only does he poop in the house, he pooped in my 21 month olds room. Life just couldn’t be happier right now.
I’m finally attempting to sell some jewelry that I need to get rid of. However much I don’t want to, and it sucks.
I keep crying. I hate crying. I need to go be a housewife some more. It’s the only thing I can at least mediocrely do.
I really miss Amy. *sigh*
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