My husband works as a sales rep. and travels the whole south U.S. to visit his customers. He leaves on Mon. and usually returns on Fri. So anything that has to be done at home is done by me. We have 3 indoor/outdoor cats and a Sheltie and a 14 year old Cocker Spaniel who is 100% blind and 90% deaf. She also has severe diahrea. So here I am in the middle of one of the worst flares I can remember, but I still have to drive the 25 miles to get groceries and do the errands I have to do while i'm in town. It is almost impossible for me to get everything I need in spite of having my buggy filled. You all know what we have to go through to shop, stand in line, put the bags in our buggy, push the cart all the way out to our car, and unload the buggy! Any way, I get ALL that done and finally get home. So I grab as many bags as I can and unlock my house and guess what.....My little cocker has unleashed her bowels all over my floor and because she couldn't see it, she has also walked through it and tracked it all over the house! So what do ya do? I can't even sit down to rest a bit because now I have to get her into a room and clean the largest of the mess, then mop all the areas where she has tracked! Now I've got to get the groceries in and put away and clean the feet of the dog. So I finally get to sit down for a cup of coffee and rest a bit when my husband calls and insists on having another fight. No matter what I have just been through, he shows no mercy so I have to hang up on him. It is now 10:30pm and I can settle down a bit. My husband will be home tomorrow and I hope that I will be able to endure the next round. Sorry, I didn't mean for this to sound like a rant, but I guess that's what it turned out to be. I'm just always surpised at how much we can take!