Yesterday was one of those days! It started of innocently enough and quickly degenerated into a farce.
When the dogs went out before their breakfast three of them decided that it would be a great time to check out the happenings in the neighborhood. This is never a good idea. They always reappear--highly unrepentant--dirty, stinky, and having found nasty things to eat (that make them sick).
Work was fairly uneventful until I was at my afternoon job. I needed to get something out of the car, so I ran out--sans shoes and coat--to grab it. It didn't occur to me until I was trying to get back in, that I had left my keys behind and shut the door--locked--after myself. I pondered this situation for a while and decided that breaking a window was probably not the best way to solve it. At that very moment, it dawned on me that my daughter was just across the street at the library with a spare key.
So off I went, in my sock feet, in search of the key. It had rained earlier, and although the sidewalks were dry, the streets were still very wet. Fact: asphalt is more porous than concrete and you'll get your feet soaked.
The rest of the afternoon was peaceful until I arrived home. To a crying dog and a house with every room needing to have the floors scrubbed. Unfortunately, I couldn't just scrub. The floors themselves were in serious need of a good sweeping which I couldn't give them due to the nature of the mess on the floors. So I had to roam through and spot clean all the rooms. This weekend I will actually sweep and then do another thorough scrubbing. Naturally, when I was all done I felt contaminated and rather in need of a good cleansing myself.