Tuesday, February 05, 2008


What I did on my Tuesday Morning
By: Heather Hamilton

5:00 - Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep..... SMACK

5:09 - Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep..... SMACK

5:18 - Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep..... SMACK

(As a side note who in the world decided that alarm clocks should go off every 9 minutes?? Why nine?? Why not an even 10?? We've discussed this... odd numbers BOTHER me...)

5:19 - Drag my sorry butt out of bed. Briefly consider grabbing my cell phone (who's alarm goes off at 5:20) and getting back into bed. Decide against it and go downstairs

5:35 - Showered, dressed and standing in the bathroom again brushing my hair, realize that perhaps I might make it there by 6:00 if I just throw my hair half up again. Ta hell with appeareance, it's tax season, I don't need to do my hair EVERY day

5:37 - Go downstairs to feed the cats and realize that while I have asked Jake to clean the litterboxes no less than 5 times in the last three days, he has not, in fact cleaned said litterboxes

5:37 and one half - Debate whether to actually clean them or leave them for him

5:38 - Decide that after a week and a half with no one cleaning them they are beyond cleanable. Tuck my pants into my boots and trudge outside to dump them in the tree line

5:39 - 6:05 - Sit on kitchen floor and scrub out litterboxes. Go through half a roll of paper towels all the while being so greatful that Jess convinced me to move them downstairs so that at least this mess wasn't where Zack could have been playing with it

6:07 - Fill litterboxes with fresh litter and finish getting ready for work. Hair is half dry now so I might as well roll it under with a brush and make it look half way decent

6:13 - Leave for work

The end

You know while I love my husband and I am so glad that he is home with Zack and that he does so well with him I will be SOOO glad when tax season is over and I can get back to my regular life where I can at least fake cleaning. You know... straighten up a little before anyone comes over, move the clutter out of the way before I take a picture, clean the litterboxes once a week whether they need it or not... that sort of thing.... :-)


Becky said...

The litterbox is one of the few things my husband and I fight about most often.