Being ten months pregnant and coming home to discover that two of your dogs have had explosive diarrhea. In the house. On multiple rugs. And you don't have any Resolve.
(Neither literally nor figuratively.)
There may have been tears.
(Okay. A lot of tears.)
And I might have been showered and in bed by 7:30.
Wouldn't you after spending nearly two hours cleaning up dog sh*t on your hands and knees?
I mean, seriously? WTF Universe?
Uncle! Mercy! Whatever! Just throw me a freaking bone, here!!!