Thursday, September 24, 2009

The Reset Button

Today was one of those days where I needed a "redo" within an hour of being awake. Do mornings come with reset buttons? No? Folds arms. Harrumph.

I discovered one of the cats had thrown up on our bed (Eww! They usually have the decency to puke on the floor) and was cleaning it up by stripping the bed and wadding the soiled sheets into a ball and carrying them downstairs. Upon shoving the sheets into the washer, I noticed some water was on the floor of the basement, water that was coming from the kitchen sink upstairs. By this point, Penny was hollering because she finds the baby gate positively insulting when I use it to block her entry to the kitchen. I was trying to explain to her (over the ruckus of her yelling) that I was pulling dangerous chemicals out from under the sink, and didn't really need her in the kitchen at the moment, but the screaming is really helping, thanks. After strategically positioning a bucket under the hose beneath the sink, I was able to calm Penny down, which worked until she stubbed her toe on her high which point, my mother-in-law called.

It's always fun to take a phone call while your child is crying in the background. She asked if she could do anything to help, and I honestly couldn't answer, because I knew the only reasonable solution would be to go back to bed and start all over.

Needless to say, the day improved.

In case you were wondering, Britt is saying:
"I'm a little farmhand with no arms
I hope that no one tries to give me charms
When I get all fogged up
I hear the alarm
(Whoop Whoop Whoop Whoop)
Tip your server and then go out."

Don't ask. He does that on purpose because he knows it makes me crazy when he doesn't sing the RIGHT words to songs.


Lo said...

Oooh. I LOVE to bastardize songs. Seriously. You go, Brett.

Ironic collector said...

Ahhh - I've had many a day that began with cat vomit. It makes it harder to go back to bed, however; when the vomit is on the bed.