In the morning The Husband gets up with Genea, feeds her, waters her, yells out constant time reminders and drives her to school. This guarantees that he gets up, feeds and waters himself, and gets out the door to work at a reasonable hour. Teena stays asleep a lot and that helps quite a bit to keep the maneuvering down to a minimum. Often, The Husband puts Teena in bed with me and they leave. Generally though, the process wakes Teena up just enough that when The Husband leaves, she begins poking me. Literally poking me. This is something she finds hysterically funny. Me, not so much. But she considers this her special extra fun playtime until I get to the point where I am ready to chew off an arm for her to poke at if it will just make her be quiet and that's when I head off for the coffee pot.
This morning though, I had drifted back to sleep when I heard "Maaaaaaaaaama" coming from downstairs. I thought that could not be right, so I ignored it. Again..... "Maaaaaaaaaamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa". Well, I get irritated with the girls who think nothing of shrieking across the entire house in tones indicating an emergency has occurred, so I snapped back at her "WHAT?".
"I have poop on my foot!"
Oh. bloody. hell. Please. no.
Our cats have been sick lately. Want to know why? Because The Husband bought them the wrong food. He bought the same brand of food, but a different type. He bought the blue bag any cat kind instead of the green bag fussy little old man cat kind because the store was out of the green bag kind (maybe they would like to sanitize my house, that would teach them to maintain their inventory more responsibly!). And so...... they have become averse to their litter box. I should say averse to the inside of their litter box, because they are leaving their wares within a 24 inch radius of the box. Which would be, on the floor.
What was Teena doing downstairs alone, without notifying anyone? She wanted to wave goodbye to her Daddy. Awe, that is so sweet. Fact is though, she can't see him and he can't see her once they are in the car. Nice try though. And pray tell Teena, what were you doing in the hall where the cat boxes are? Practicing my jumping, she says.
So there I am, in the throes of my amazing life. First thing in the morning, glasses on, haven't even pee'd yet. No coffee in me. None. None at all. Prying cat diarrhea out from between my daughters toes. Amazing how much stuck to her foot. Even more amazing when you note that she tracked it up and down the hall, over the throw rugs, on the tiles, etc.
Uh huh, yup, I know you are jealous. I know it!