Ahhh...it's Sunday morning and everyone is still sleeping. This is my favorite time of day. I have my Bulldog, Annie, laying by my feet with the wonderful bone chewing sounds going nonstop, my cup of coffee, and my laptop. In just a little bit, The Man and three ten year olds will be up and ready to go full speed. And tomorrow is Monday...my least favorite day of the week. I am not a fan of 'hitting the door running' and that is what Mondays are like at work. I am bombarded with everything everyone thought about over the weekend and the emails I didn't answer as I spent time with my family.
I'm totally a homebody. I'm an introvert. I like my quiet time. A lot. But, I live in an old farmhouse in the middle of nowhere with my husband, three ten year olds, 2 dogs, and 3 cats. There isn't much quiet time here...I got away from the city noises when I moved here but gained a lot more family noise.
We have a cat named Sylvester, or Mr. Kitty. He has become the bane of my existence. He is Jason's cat and the only male fur pet that lives here. He pees on stuff even though I have yet to catch him...I KNOW it is him. He leaves dead animals all over which we have to bribe, pull, and plead to get out of Annie's bulldog jaws of life mouth when she finds them...on the front porch or steps usually. Well, this last week, Mr. Kitty was left in the garage on accident overnight. I have been leaving my windows down because the Jeep top was off when rain hit and it is a little smelly. Mr. Kitty decided that his litter box was my cup holder. So, while driving to work, I had the pleasure of sticking my hand in a pile of cat crap with my coffee. Oh the anger...the WTF?!?! said out loud repeatedly with something you can't even begin to comprehend. Why? What? Really? Who does that? Shit in my cup holder. Both sides of it. I'm lucky I had baby wipes in my Jeep and he is lucky I was halfway to work. I remember my mom drop kicking a cat out of the front door after it got into the food on the stove she'd been cooking all day. I so understand now. I want to drop kick him every time I see him. It's because of my marriage that I do not.
Two of the ten year olds are up. Time for breakfast. Ahhhh...the fun of the daily grind.