Nice Way to Start the Day

I woke up this morning to the sound of the dogs whining in their crate. Their crate is downstairs, and I have a sound machine to drown out noise, but their piercing cries still pulled me out of a sound sleep. I go downstairs to let them out and feel a wet tail on my leg. I see one of them has urinated in the crate for the first time ever. It is now all over the floor.

I quickly wipe it up with a paper towel and rush back to bed. I have been feverish and need all of my sleep. I lie in bed thinking about how I just wiped up the urine with a paper towel and didn't sanitize the floor. I decide it's okay and try to sleep. I picture my little ones waking up and padding in their bare feet to the fridge to get some milk and getting dog urine germs on their feet. What kind of mother am I? Then I decide that it is probably no worse than everything else on the floor and bury my head in the covers.

Then I start thinking about everything else on the floor and how dirty it is because the dogs ate the doormats, so we can't wipe our feet. And when was the last time I cleaned the toilets? What kind of mother am I?

So I get up to clean the floor.