Can't catch a break

Over the weekend, I had two Crack Monkeys sick with some sort of stomach bug. My oldest woke up Sunday morning at 4am and immediately threw up, followed by the Princess. I tell ya, there's nothing like cleaning up vomit a four in the morning, while running on four hours of sleep.

Spent most of Sunday cleaning up messes and tending to sick kids, who finally stopped throwing up by evening. So by that night, I was (naturally) exhausted, thinking the worst of it was over.

Not.

When I woke up this morning to wake up Ethan for school, I was greeted by an overwhelming aroma of poop in the hallway. Apparently, our dog decided he didn't want to be left out, so he made a mess in his cage. And, when I say in his cage, naturally, I mean in his cage and the area surrounding it.

My poor hardwood floor.

While Ethan ate breakfast, Scott and I cleaned up. He took the cage outside to shoot it down (and the dog) with the hose, while I was the lucky one to clean up the poop off the floor.

Lucky me. /sarcasm

I was indifferent before, but right now, at this moment, I hate Mondays!

Bleh.