A bad start to an important day!

Today is our 5 year anniversary!   I should be cheering, and excited, and I'm not.  Firstly, I've come to the realization this week that there's really no hope of us celebrating. No money equals no plans.  I was hoping to be able to scrounge around for a little cash so we could at least go to dinner but every time I think about spending money on dinner it makes me feel guilty because our mortgage isn't paid, our Gas and Electric bill isn't paid and many of our other bills are past due.  On top of that, I don't want to waste the gas to drive anywhere.  I understand that just because we can't celebrate doesn't mean it's not as important, it's just that I thought 5 years was a big deal and would at least like to celebrate by having dinner....
On top of all of that, my morning started out in a not so good fashion.  I woke up when Tyler came into the bedroom at 5:30am to get dressed for work.  Tyler has been sleeping on the couch because he's been up late trying to prepare for a band practice that's happening at our house today.  If he sleeps in bed it's much harder for him to get up to go to work, so he's been sleeping in the living room.  Anyway, I realized at that time that I was two and a half hours late for pumping, so I got up to take care of that.  Since Asher's been sleeping through the night I've been trying to set my alarm to wake me up to pump, and I usually am so tired I just turn it off and go back to sleep.  This has NOT been good for my milk supply! 
Anyway, as I'm pumping I'm thinking about how much I'd just like to go back to bed and can I cut this pumping session in half?  I come to the conclusion that if I want my boy to eat today, that's not a good idea.  So, as I sit there I can hear the dogs start to fight in the living room.  I think to myself, "Great, they're going to wake Asher, and I'm never going to be able to sleep for a while longer...."  I continue to wait, helpless to do anything, and when I'm finally done I go out to the hallway and think that maybe there is some hope of getting more sleep since the baby is not awake yet.  I put Oscar in our bedroom and leave Bella in the living room in hopes to diffuse the craziness that the dogs create.  At this moment, I realize the garbage never got taken out to the curb and I'll have to do that before I go back to bed.  By now it's about 6:10.  I manage to put the milk away, clean the pump parts and go back into the bedroom to get my shoes, and I step in dog pee.  Oscar decided that since I shut him in our room, he wasn't happy with me and peed all over the floor.  Not only did he pee on the floor, he peed on a blanket and some clothes that were also on the floor.  Now I have a few extra loads of laundry to do today, which just adds to my already long to do list.  So I get that all cleaned up and am still amazed that the baby hasn't woken up for any of this.  By the time I come back inside from taking out the garbage it's about 6:35 and I think to myself that maybe I should feed the dogs before I try to go back to bed.  I decide against it because it'll just cause more chaos.  They can wait another hour. 
So, once again I go to put Bella in the living room, and step in dog pee!  Oscar decided he needed to really make his point and peed once more on the floor leading from the kitchen to the living room!  "Really!?"  I yell as I hop on one foot back to the kitchen to get the rag that I cleaned the first pee puddle up with.  After I get that all cleaned up and wash my hands...thinking "Ok, please just let me get another half and hour of sleep..."  I go back into the bedroom with Oscar to lay down.  Just as I lay down and pull the covers up Asher starts to cry.  I think to myself, "Of course....I should have figured."  And I did figure that was going to happen, I just had hopes that it wouldn't.  So, I go over to the bassinet, and as frustrated as I am I take a deep breath.  When I look down at the baby, and say "Hey buddy, good morning!" he gives me the biggest smile!  He never fails to make things better, even if it's just for a moment.  At this point it's about 7:00, but I know that Asher often gets up in the morning to eat and goes back to sleep, so there's still hope of getting more sleep.  I feed him, burp him and try to put him back to sleep and he just gets mad at me....so I give in.  "Ok, ok, I'm up!!"  I get out of bed, feed the dogs and put the baby in the swing for a few minutes....I decide I need to write this all down, get my frustrations out and clear my head for the morning.  I'd like to go for a walk with Asher...but the killer mosquitoes will get us!  I'll have to settle for a shower and a bowl of cereal.  
When it's all said and done, I have to try to not let my frustration get in the way of the important things.  I have a whole day to get my chores done, I have a smiling, healthy, happy little boy who loves me, for the time being I have a roof over my head, and I've been married for 5 years and that's an accomplishment in itself!!  *sigh*...Now...on to the dishes and laundry.