I turned my head towards the clock on the nightstand. 6:32. What woke me up? Ah, yes. A baby is crying.
Is that my baby? Do I even have kids? Where am I?
I rubbed my eyes, refusing to sit up; hoping that Jesse would fall back to sleep. It was quite dark for being the 6th hour. Heavy clouds must have settled on us in the night.
Baby’s still crying. I sat up.
Right there in that dream/reality haziness between sleep and awake I sensed something amiss. In my sleepy stupor, I rose slowely from the edge of the bed trying to convince my brain to work.
What is it? What’s not right?
Step by step I made my way out of the dim light of my room into the dark hallway leading towards Jesse’s nursery. He was still crying, though not loudly, but I didn’t want him to wake up Sam, who shares a room with him. Still, I couldn’t make myself move faster.
By now my senses were really tingling. And not in a good way.
My foot had come into contact with something on the floor. And suddenly I was fully awake and aware of what was going on around me, right there in my pitch black hallway, even before I flipped the light switch. I knew.
Our 80 lb dog had placed a giant steamer right under where I put my foot.
Oh the stink. The disgust. The can-i-pretend-this-didn’t-just-happen, do-over-please feeling.
This morning I stepped in dog poop. Not outside.
I feel like I’m taking crazy pills.
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