A Crappy Day!

I got home from the Y today to discover that Ranger had diarrhea! In the house. In most of the house. All over the house.

I lost it.

That is a simple and concise way to say I went insane, flew off the handle, had a conniption, a nervous breakdown, went ballistic etc. I sent the girls upstairs to get them out of the way so I could assess the problem (and to keep them from hearing my inappropriate muttering) and figure out a solution. In the midst of formulating my gameplan I hear, "Mommy, Ranger had diarrhea in Brooke's room...and my room...and the hallway...and a little in the guest room." This is when the tears began, mine and Brooke's who had already began voicing her hunger on the drive home and wasn't appreciative in the delay of her bottle.

I got the carpet cleaning spray, a garbage bag, some paper towels and a scrub brush and went to work. I quickly decided this was a loosing battle. Ranger stood inquisitively at the window watching with an "I'm sorry" look on his face. I didn't have much compassion at that moment. I had the thought as I listened helplessly to Brooke's crying, as I cried myself, as the girls continued to give a play-by-play of the diarrhea situation upstairs, as I tried my best to keep from vomiting while I cleaned up the mess on the hardwood floors, as I somehow found a way to be mad at Brad for this situation, as I tried to determine the cause of this issue by unfortunately examining Ranger's poop...the thought came to mind that I think I was made to do more then this. That this wasn't where I envisioned my life taking me. I can't say that I felt a lot of satisfaction at that current moment with my life. I quit!

That was about 4 hours ago. Since then I have had the carpets professionally cleaned by my hero, Tony from Xtreme Carpet Cleaning who got the job because he said he would be at my house in 30 minutes! Since then I have found compassion for Ranger who continues to have a bout of IBS and is running around the yard like he is trying to get away from himself. It's a little humorous to hear him audibly pass gas and then bark at the noise which scares him. Since then I have opened every window in the house (despite the rain and 50 degree temperatures) and lit every candle and managed to rid our house of the scent of defecation. Since then I made appointments at the groomer's ...both dogs need it and now that the carpets are clean I think the dogs need to be, too. Since then I decided Ranger is under observation and banished to the yard or garage until he stabilizes. Hopefully this won't require a vet visit. Since then the girls have both given me big hugs and kisses and asked if everything was okay. Since then Brooke smiled at me and did her best to give Mommy a hug (granted I put her arms around my neck). And since then I decided that I'll take my life back...I just hope tomorrow isn't another crappy day!

**Note to reader - I considered taking pictures for this blog entry but I thought I would spare you the visual...besides, without the odor I couldn't really do it justice!

** I can't make this stuff up...1 second before publishing my blog I hear a yell from upstiars, "Mommy, I went poopy, can you wipe me?!" Will this crappy day ever end?