Messy?

Messy? You think you know about messy? We have it totally covered. Got home from vacation with The Messiest (aka, my daughter) and my grandchildren. Their dog was annoyed about being left home alone for the day, so he had pooped on the floor. Then he tried to cover it by tearing up two rolls of toilet paper. (By the way, the dog is an 18-year-old, blind miniature ....no punishment for him!)

Next, the littlest grand-messer added the bag of mail accumulated over the vaca to the floor! Then the daughter adds diarrhea to the situation! She proceeds to helplessly crap on herself.... twice. It just wasn't pretty.

Slightly later, the littlest grand-messer decides to jump on the bed behind her (diarrheal) mom. Of course, the loving two-year-old begins to tumble down and grabs her mom's head to break her fall. The daughter, whose hair hangs below her waist, was then scalped, losing two handfuls of hair. She screamed from the pain, frightening the two year old. who proceeded to scream and cry from fear. Of course the pain cries were shorter than the fear cries.

So, with suitcases all over the room, dog crap still perfuming the air, mail yet to be opened, and sleep desperately needed....I head for bed!!!