terrible chanimal mother...

:: I went to a peers mansion home (literally) last night to work on an assignment, took a wrong turn at 12:30 in the morning and wound up adding an extra hour to my drive home. I am absolutely TERRIBLE with directions and should legally not be able to drive because of it. I felt so terrible for the dogs as I walked in the house 7 1/2 hours later than when I left. I'm a terrible chanimal Mother.

:: The dogs forgave me as soon as I pottied them and stuck bones in their mouths. They hated me again when I put them in their crates for the night a mere hour later. I'm a terrible chanimal Mother.

:: Sam accidentally (or purposefully because I haven't been giving him enough love, I'm not sure) stepped/jumped on my face/eyes with his paws while I passed out on the couch at 2 in the morning. 

I proceeded to throw him off like he did it on purpose. I'm a terrible chanimal Mother. 

:: I was in the shower this afternoon after my workout... one of the dogs... I'm unsure who... ate an entire super absorbency tampon. Unused. I can't imagine how that is going to feel on the way out. When poop does happen, I'll know which one was STUPID enough to eat it. In the meantime, I'm freaking out that one of them will get blocked up and need surgery... I feel like I'm constantly waking them up to make sure they are still conscious. I'm a terrible chanimal Mother.

:: Took them on a walk after getting a text / phone message that quite possibly, almost indeed, that my Air National Guard Band is getting shut down forever. After being gone an hour on our walk, being pulled by two of the strongest 30 lb. dogs on the planet, as I walked in the front door, I kick back my feet looking for accidental stepped-in-dog-poo, and KICKED sweet Bella in the face. She yelped and looked all pathetic, and I smothered her with as much love as I possibly could. Then I gave her a treat because the way to make up with a beagle is definitely by food. Again, I'm a terrible chanimal Mother.

:: Now they're sleeping. I'm stressing about not having a crappy Guard Band to bring in measly pocket change and amazing health insurance. I'm also stressing out about school. And also freaking out that one of my children have a swollen-up tampon in their belly. And... that I threw my 13-year-old senior citizen kitty cat across a room because he scared me when I was trying to rest.

I. am. a. terrible. chanimal. Mother. 

** this is a completely un-edited post that I will read later and realize that there are too long of sentences along with poor grammar. I'm sorry. It will have to do for today.**

I hope you are having a better Saturday than I am. Sincerely!