A Cold, Blustery Morning

My day began at 5:30 am when the phone rang. The person on the other end informed me that school was cancelled due to our inclement weather. Great. Never fell asleep after that. I have a few sleep problems, one of which is that whenever I get out of bed, that is the end of my night. I will not fall back asleep. So if I get up to use the restroom at 2:00, well, rise and shine. My husband, Phillip, got up and left for work at the usual time, and then the boys were ready to play at about 7:30. Wyatt pooped his pants (GRRRRR!!!!) and begged over and over, "Don't spank me mama, please!" I cleaned him up and gave him a shower, which he HATES. No beatings this time.

I made some awesome cheese omelets for breakfast. The cat kept jumping up on the counter top to try to steal the eggs. Yes, he was attempting to actually drink the raw eggs. Stupid cat. What a pest. I should have locked him up right then, but I'm not smart like that. Anywho, I made the omelets, served the kids, and sat down to eat. I forgot about the extras on the counter top. Buster didn't forget about them, so he had omelet for breakfast, too. Later, I sat down to check in on my facebook peeps, and lo and behold: my wretched cat came flying over the baby gate with an entire package of hamburger buns. The package was bigger than him! He managed to rip open the package and scatter buns everywhere, while the kids and I were chasing him. The kids were laughing hysterically. Me, not so much. I picked up all the buns, and the cat sauntered off victoriously, with his tail high in the air and the plastic bag in his mouth. So much for that. I picked the bag up later, after he had shredded it like a madman.

Anytime food is involved, the cat must be closely watched or locked up. The only problem with shutting the cat in a room is that he still has his claws, and does a real number on the woodwork. So when I made a pizza for lunch, let's just say the cat got pizza for lunch, too. People always suggest doing the water bottle thing where you squirt the cat when it misbehaves. My cat doesn't mind the water. He is such a weirdo. A freak of kitty nature. Strangely enough, I kind of like the cat. He is gentle and affectionate, and he's awesome with the kids. So he stays.