Saturday, January 24, 2009

Good Morning?

It's not starting out too well.

I was in the deepest, most delicious sleep when someone knocked on the door and I sprung back to reality.

"Mom, are you driving me to McDonald's?" (that's where the running club meets on Saturday mornings at 8am for their run, not to eat.)

I looked at the clock. 7:52am. Man, I overslept. How lucky of me! Okay, jump out of bed, heart racing, throw some shoes on and a jacket, head down the stairs, to find. . .

cat vomit in the livingroom. Smeared slightly, because someone else didn't see it before stepping in it. Lovely.

Oh, and there's cat poop in the kitchen.

Yes, and Conor has thrown his bowl of soggy cereal (he drank the milk out of the bowl, but didn't eat the actual cereal) from his high chair into the family room where it's all over the carpet.

Do you remember how I feel about milk? On the carpet, on my hands, the smell of milky cereal?

What the heck kind of weekend is this going to be, anyway? I feel assaulted! Another delightful chapter in the life of a mom.

5 comments:

Megan said...

My kids want to know I we can't get a dog/pet. Your morning pretty much sums it up. I don't want any more barf or poop than I already HAVE to clean up. (And I'm seriously glad to know that I'm not the only one who hates the milk sog leftover nastiness!) :)

Piper said...

Yikes, what a yucky start. Surely it can only get better. I hope it will.

I can relate, but won't go there. You deserve your thunder!

I love you!!

Josi said...

Oh, cat vomit, cat poop, and cereal laden carpet--when does school get back in? :-)

Luisa Perkins said...

Nooooooo! What a dogsock. I wish I could run over there with our SteamVac.

wonder woman said...

This same morning I awoke to a bowl of cereal spilled on the carpet. And I was late getting up because I was waiting for my husband to wake me up. (I seriously laid in bed for 20 minutes waiting.) Then I finally glance at the time and realize he was supposed to be at the church 20 minutes ago! But he was sleeping on the couch, so he wasn't aware of the time either.

Basically, this sounds just like my morning!