Just another manic Monday

I feel like I complain about my days a lot on here, but at the same time, I know that all my stories make you appreciate your "normal" lives that much more. Or, make your reminice about when your children were young. So, once again, I'm writing this blog in an attempt to make you all smile.
My day started off alright, and went down hill from there. I was up until about 1:30AM chatting with my husband (yay for 12 hour time differences!), and was really hoping Tori would sleep in since she hasn't been sleeping well due to some bad coughing (she's on steroids, more to come on that). Well, my wish came true. I cannot say the same for my dog. She woke me up at about 8, which I understand is still plenty of sleep, but, I don't want to be woken unless I really have to be up. Anyway, my dog is whining, staring at me, and pawing at the bed. So, I get out of bed, quietly, and Ozzie races to the sliding glass door and NEEDS to go to the bathroom. So, I let her out, and thought nothing of it. I should have.
Anyway, I was up, so I made myself some breaskfast, checked my email, made Tori a doctors appointment for later on, fed the dog, brushed my hair, brushed my teeth, washed my face, put on make-up, and put of my outfit for the day. During all of this, Tori was STILL asleep. I really would have liked to have slept another 30 minutes. Anyway, she finally woke up around 8:30, so we got her out of her pajamas and she picked out some chex cereal for breakfast. We headed out the door around 9, leaving Ozzie in her kennel.
We got to the tax center (dealt with the very unhappy old woman who talks down to everyone to sign up), waited about an hour and a half when finally our name was called up. About 15 minutes into the tax thing, I realized Tori's doctor's appointment was in 5 minutes. So, I left my taxes with the guy and rushed out the door. Got to Tori's appointment about 5 minutes late, and the doctor told me after listening to her breathing he doesn't think it's something too serious, but her throat is swollen, causing labored breathing, her lack of appetite, and put her on steroids. Not exactly something you want to hear. I was hoping she just had a bad cold. So, if she's not better by Wednesday AM, I have to make another appointment and have her taken in for a chest xray to make sure she does have something more serious like anmonia. I then stand in a SUPER long line to activate her perscription (at which a silver bird colonel comes up and asks me how everything is going and how we can fix the clinic! VERY COOL!), and find out it's at least a 30 minute wait. So, I rush back over the the tax center to sign the final paper work and see if there is anything else I need to get done. Finished that, and then headed back to the clinic to wait the next 10 minutes for the perscription to get filled. And by this point, it's only noon! I dropped off some size small maternity pants for a friend, said hello to everyone in John's office, left the office, washed the car, then picked up size medium and large maternity pants from another friend who had her baby 2 months ago. Finally, it's time to come home and relax!
I walk in the door, put down Tori and all our stuff, and head to the back room to let out Ozzie. Before I even get to the hallway, I smell this terrible, terrible, stench. I automatically know Ozzie has pooped in her kennel. When I round the corner, I see that not only has she pooped all over her kennel (think runny poop EXPLOSION) but it has also made it outside of the kennel through the gated door. OMG. Let me just say, I would rather change poopy diapers all day long before I have to pick up dog poop. It makes me want to barf. And it almost did this time. I let Ozzie out of her kennel, she RUNS to the door (leaving poop paw prints...) and whines at the door again. I let her out and she continues pooping for the next 5 minutes while I try to figure out what I am going to do about her kennel.
I put Tori down for a nap, and call my "deployment husband" to see if I can convince him to come over and help me if I cook him dinner since his wife has school late on Mondays. He agrees, THANK GOD, but can't make it until after 5:30 sometime. I start lighting every scented candle in my house, and bravely move the [HUGE] kennel through the house and out into the garage. At this point, I am so exhausted, I put off the house work I was going to accomplish, and pass out on the couch. I wake up at 5 and freak out because my house is still trashed (at least it smells like vanilla by now!) and I haven't even started thinking about dinner.
Anyway, I cook dinner, Daniel comes over to clean the kennel, Tori is coughing a ton and hardly eats her dinner, Daniel leaves with a to-go box for his wife, and I put Tori in the bath. Finally, the day is starting to calm down and I feel like I may actually survive the day when I look at Tori, and... she has pooped in the tub.