Lacking Inspiration

Well, here I am.  It is a morning that is decidedly brightening and a part of me feels that as the sun comes up, so my spirits should rise.  However, I am finding that quite the opposite is true.  I believe that in my mind, I have a pleasant idea of how mornings should run and when they are chaotic and frustrating in the first half hour after one gets out of bed, it just imposes the banality of the world upon a psyche that would, indeed, find inspiration in the fresh sunlight flitting upon the dew of morning grass.  In my perfect world, I would rise to the sunshine hitting my eyes through the open window.  I'd shower and dress, applying lotions to keep my body soft and wrinkles at bay.  I would attend to my nails and any necessary hygenic matter.  This would all be done in a sparkling clean bedroom free from dog hair or dirt of any sort.  Classical music would play in the background, maybe Pachelbel.  Hmm...this area needs more thought.  Still, I would go downstairs to either a steaming pot of the finest and most robust coffee, so good that the hair in your nose prickles in delighted anticipation. I'd pour a cup and sit at the table with that and a morning paper.  (Which, of course, would magically appear on the table).  I'd hear the bird's sing and contemplate all that is good with the world.  What really happened this morning was: I woke at 5 something a.m. to the sound of our littlest dog, Diana, barking on the back porch.  That gets our other two dogs, Jake and Bailey, up when they had been perfectly happy sleeping.  I go downstairs with them, after trying unsuccessfully to pretend the repetitive ear hammering obnoxious barking does not exist.  Downstairs Bailey jumps up on a couch with a bone and gives me a look like "I really don't want to go anywhere" while Jake heads to the bathroom to drink water out of the toilet.  I get Jake out of there and drag Bailey off the couch, all to the musical melodies of 9 month old barking puppy, who is still on the back deck.  I try to open the door and can't with both collars in my hands, so I mistakenly let go of Jakes and he makes a beeline back to the toilet.  I again retrieve him from the bathroom, this time making sure the door is solidly shut.  He gets away and runs around the other side of the stairs.  I now notice a very unpleasant odor, but continue on!  I have Bailey in one hand and try to get Diana off the back porch with the other.  It does not go well.  I end up bringing Bailey to the enclosure, checking the food and giving new water while Diana runs around the house like a wild thing.  After trying to catch Diana 4 or 5 times, I finally nab her when she stops for a drink and get her into the enclosure as well. I retrieve Jake from inside the house, where he has waited patiently.  Good Jake!  I deposit him into the penned area and notice Diana has knocked over the extra water bucket I was going to fill.  I go into the enclosure with the same trepidation that Dante exhibits traveling through hell in "The Inferno".  At this point I am clawed and gucked up by Diana, who has taken her few minutes in the pen to become as dirty as possible. I right the water bucket, half-fill it with water and wander back to the house.   Getting an idea of my morning yet?  It gets better.  Because when I get back to the house, I notice that Diana has pooped (a lot) on the back deck and my daughter, who is in charge of giving her dog love, care and attention has not been doing many of the afore-mentioned to any degree of sufficiency.  I take care of the dog poop.  Please note that I am still in my pajamas.  I then go inside to be assaulted by the terrible odor my husband refers to as "dawg poopay".  Yes, that's right.  Diana has done number 1 and number 2 right next to the table.  I clean this up.  I go to shower because now not only am I covered with mud and who knows what else, but I realize I need to take my daughter down to a store to ask for a donation for the cheerleading team.  I go into a messy bathroom (this is what Anjelica was doing while Diana was barking - the noise of the water must have pleasantly masked the incessant barking).  Feeling pleasantly surprised to find a towel on the floor that I can use to step on, I clean the shower a bit and step in.  It's not until afterward that I find Anjelica has used the last towel.  I am, in fact, probably stepping on it.  I will now have to run dripping wet and naked through the house.  Perhaps I should grow my hair longer so at least I can think of Lady Godiva as I do this, since this seems like it is getting to be a common occurrence.   Ok, Lady Godiva sans horse.  I get upstairs, dry off with a towel I have stashed in my closet for such emergencies and give Anjelica a talking to about meeting her responsibilities.  Then I get dressed and look out the window to see the sun rise over the tree tops and realize that I feel completely uninspired in the day.  I think you can see why.