When life pees directly on your head….

So yesterday was a Monday.

Obviously.

It started at 5am.

My 5 minute hot shower turned cold 1 minute in.

Soon after, I started to brush my teeth with face wash.

Work was crazy.

I got into my car at 5:30.

And as usual these days, it’s pitch black and feels like bedtime.

I drove to pick up Skeeter at his dog daycare place, where she tells me he’s been waiting by the gate since 3pm wanting to go home. Lay on the dog-mama guilt.

I walk Skeeter to the car and give him a kiss on top of his head, only to realize that….

a dog totally peed on his head.

DIRECTLY on his head that I was kissing.

For the second time in a week.

I wave my white flag – Monday, you totally win.

And then we partake in buffalo wings. Because when life pees directly on your dog’s head and then you kiss it, apparently buffalo wings are the answer. Just in case you were wondering.

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