I woke up to a small pile of vomit on my bed this morning. Oh, it was Rusty. In my wozzy state, I pulled out the sheets and mattress protector, rinsed in the bathroom before popping them in the washer.
On the way to the kitchen, I discovered Rusty has crapped on the rug in the living room. Oh, how can this be!!?? He has never done anything like this before and this time, it's on my precious rug! I cleaned and wiped away the poo and hurried out of the house to get to the market.
I stepped on a cold wet puddle at the main door. Rusty urinated in the house too? For some reason, he started to pee in the house this week. Again, it was something he had never done before. He had always been very disciplined.
While walking out to the patio to sun the door mat that's now soaked in urine, I managed to survey the damage last night's rain had done to my young vegetable seedlings. Two of my big tomato plants have fallen over and many young seedlings are now lying flat. At this point, I was on the verge of pulling my hair out.
The house is like a pig sty today and there are loads of housework waiting to be done. I was out all of yesterday doing my research and so forth for the new business. So, today is going to be a major house cleaning day. It is times like this that I wished I had domestic help.
While I walked to the market, SK took over the dog-walking this morning. I'm now taking a breather before embarking on my sweeping and mopping operation. The washer and dryer are humming and swirling in tandem as I write. At least the sun is starting to make an appearance and my mood is suddenly brighter.