The early bird catches the cat puke
I have woken up between 5:45 and 5:50 almost every morning this week. This may seem early to you, but it’s actually late since I try to leave the house by 6:15. I have to make three lunches every morning. LilZ’s requires making one peanut butter sandwich, and then grabbing a bunch of pre-wrapped crap and throwing it in his lunch box. For Nikki I have to make her cereal (hers is mixed with juice) and then put her fruit and veggie into small tupperware containers (since she eats so little, its less wasteful that way). Then my lunch consists of leftovers and yogurt. Usually not mixed together. So, if I want to do anything besides make lunches, you know, like get dressed, then 5:45 is very late.
This morning? I got up at 5am. My morning of productivity was thwarted first when I noticed a huge pile of cat vomit outside our bedroom door. Thanks to whichever of the felines left that tasty treat. If I had stepped in it? We would have been one cat short as I would have tossed one of them to the curb. It might not have been the one who left me the gift…because that’s how I roll.
Then, of course, Nikki woke up at 5:15am. Heaven forbid I try to get some laundry done before LilZ goes to his Dads, or drink coffee, or shower. Nope. Normally I have to wake her up five minutes before we leave, but this morning? On my morning of prductivity? She’s up and an hour early. SHE’S EVIL, I tell you.
Completely evil!
Glad you didn’t step in the cat puke. That is a sure way to ruin the start of your day.
That kind of insanity must be why my best friend makes her boys’ lunches the night before. She is still awake around 5:45 every day, even though the boys don’t have to walk across the street to school until nearly 8 a.m., but I imagine it makes her mornings less hectic.