Time For A Vent Session

I have 2 options right now, I can either throw my version of a tantrum (which would entail lots of things getting either broken, damaged and/or ending up on the floor, more screaming than I care to admit to and the stupid moron dog I have locked outside getting beaten) or I can vent here.

Today has been a difficult day. Addy was up so many times last night and my sleep was so interrupted that by the time morning rolled around, I already knew I was not going to be a happy person. Then Addy's bad night continued on to a bad day. She was whiney and fussy and crabby all day long.

Joey has been even more infuriating today than he usually is. He has always, always, always been a difficult dog. If I wasn't such a firm believer in following out your committment when you take on a pet he would have been long gone about a week after we got him.

So poor Addy has a hell of a time falling asleep tonight because she has a nasty cough and it's obvious she isn't feeling well and she wakes up crying about an hour ago. So I go into her room to find a crib full of barf. I don't do barf. I can handle spit up, I can handle poop, I can handle anything but barf. And not only is her bed and bedding covered in it, she is covered in it. So I take her out, get her cleaned up, get the crib stripped and the grossness into the laundry hamper and I take Addy into the living room to try to calm her down and get her comfortable.

When I finally get her to a point where I think she can fall back to sleep, I go into her room and what do I find? I find Joey, the sheet half pulled out of the hamper and a big hole chewed into it. This is the second time he has done this. And he couldn't chew holes in any of the old dayhome sheets I have that don't properly fit the crib. Noooooooo, he chews holes in the good sheets. The pretty ones. The ones that match the freaking nursery. So now I only have one good sheet left, it doesn't match the nursery, it isn't overly pretty and it's one from the dayhome so it is well used, to say the least. So now I get to go shopping for more crib bedding which infuriates me even more because I was planning on moving Addy to a toddler bed in a few months and getting the new baby his/her own bedding so I have to buy Addy new sheets that will get used for only a couple of months. And that's if the dog doesn't chew those ones up too.

I am getting to the point with this dog that I have no patience. I am mad at him all the time, even when he is actually being good, because even if he's good for the time being, there is something he has done in the recent past that has me pissed off at him. I am so mad at him right now I am shaking. I am so frustrated I could cry. I don't know what to do with this dog. He just never learns. He really needs obedience training but I just don't have the time for that.

And don't even get me started on Casper. I disappear for 1 hour for a stupid, measly bath and the little shit pees 3 times in the house. 3 times! I'm pregnant, even if I drank 10 litres of water in 2 minutes I couldn't pee 3 times in an hour. And I let the stupid dogs out to pee before I got in the tub so he shouldn't have had to pee at all.

AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!