I wonder what it's like to be so god-damned perfect?

The dog got into the diaper genie today. Sh!+ literally everywhere. My husband was sleeping in the next room but somehow it's MY fault that I didn't lock the dogs in the kitchen while I took our daughter to school.

The dog does this when he's stressed out and anxious.

I'm just pissed because he lectures me on keeping them locked up.

I am feeling pretty down today and pessimistic. Maybe the last few days of laziness have just been the precursor to this.