One of Those Days

I knew today was going to be one of those days that just sucks when first thing this morning, I step barefoot in cat puke. Yep. Not a good start to the day. Not only did I step in puke then, but after cleaning up the breakfast mess, I step in something and slip in the kitchen. I pull a muscle in my back trying to keep from falling. And what was it that I stepped in? You guessed it, more cat puke. So before 9a.m., I'm already grumpy because, really, how disgusting is that? And that d*mn cat pukes every single day. All the little things that happen everyday and are no big deal have gotten under my skin. Like why does Isaiah have to throw his food all over the dining room? And yes, I've tried every thing possible to get him to quit. Not only do I have to clean him up, but clean his mess he's thrown all over the room. And everyday, Clara somehow manages to spill her drink. Isaiah also decided that after he pooped, he would take his diaper off before I could get to him. So I'm in the kitchen doing dishes and I turn around to see my darling 17 month old son run by the doorway in naked from the waist down. I prayed it was just a wet diaper he took off, but of course, no. I was lucky this time because he dropped it on the hardwood and not one of my rugs, and it all stayed in the diaper somehow. I like things clean. I really try to keep the house picked up. I especially like a clean bathroom. There are few things better than walking into my nice, clean bathroom that smells like bleach. But, alas, just a few hours and there is pee on the base of the toilet, on the seat, shaving cream and bits of facial hair lining the sink, along with toothpaste, and the counter is covered with bottles, a razor, etc. My laundry is also piled high, possibly from numerous outfit changes due to Isaiah's messy meals, and I find wet clothes in the washer that dear Husband promised me he would put in the dryer for me. So, I'm washing them yet again because they smell. My attempts at cleanliness are thwarted by 3 sets of small hands, a bulimic cat and one husband. I also need to find motivation to get the rest of the wallpaper off the walls in the living room and toy room. After Isaiah had ripped a bunch of the red wallpaper off in the dining room, I stripped all of it off, and I plan on painting with some kind of textured paint. I hadn't intended on doing the same in all 3 rooms with the wallpaper, but Jacob and Clara saw me stripping it and decided to help and ripped some off in the toy room. Luckily, it's not floor to ceiling wallpaper. It's just up to a chair rail, and it comes off pretty easy. It's just extra work I don't really want to do, but it will be worth it in the end. In an effort to put myself into a better mood, I decide to step on the scale. I know that seems absurd to think weighing myself would boost my spirits, but over the last month, I've been eating better and I've been running 3-5 miles just about everyday, except Sundays. I'm even running my first 5K race on Saturday. Last time I ran one was probably 1999. So I figure I have to have lost a little bit. Nope. In fact it was up 2 lbs! WTF?! Yeah, yeah, muscle weighs more than fat, but I've been at this for awhile and I should be at point where I'm shedding some extra weight. And to top it all off, I have to go to work tonight, and I'm on call tomorrow night. I do love my job, but it is work, and sometimes you just don't wanna. But it is only an 8 hour shift and they go by really fast after working 12's. Maybe I'll run instead of taking my usual nap before an 8 hour shift. Or maybe not.