Thursday, April 05, 2012

That Kinda Morning

So my morning has gone something like this:

3:30 a.m. …Hubby's alarm goes off

3:35 a.m. …Hubby's alarm goes off

3:45 a.m. …Alarm again

3:50 a.m. … Alarm last time (so glad I'm off work this week).

3:50-4:00 a.m. …Hear muffled rummaging through bedroom closet and in bathroom.
4:00 a.m. …Poor, tired hubby has left for work.

4:30 a.m. …Drag self to bathroom and then back to bed.

5:00 a.m. … Hear annoying cat scratching at a bedroom door. After verify that the regular culprit is at the bottom of my bed I investigate. I don't see him so back to bed . Weird but I'm too tired to think about it.

5:15 a.m. … More scratching. Now I'm getting pissy because I'm exhausted and it sounds like he's scratching the arm of the couch in the living room. I head downstairs. See him sitting there looking innocent  and scold him. Drag myself back upstairs.

5:25 a.m. … Scratching, again. Now I'm beyond ticked. Why do cats have to scratch things?  Why my couch in particular?!  Stalk downstairs. Grab dreaded lavender smelling "anti-scratch" spray and spray both sofa and love seat arms. Make mental note to buy packing tape (stick on couch and deters scratching).

5:29 a.m. …Stalk back upstairs unsatisfied knowing it's not over. Just a small battle won.

5:50 a.m. …Scratching sound is back. I lay there and actually think it through this time.  Definitely a cat. Scratching at a door. Hmmmm...maybe to get out of a room instead of in like I assumed close to an hour before.

But wait, both cats are accounted for. Thinking. We have 2 more cats but they like to sleep in the basement at night. One is a serious recluse, afraid of her own shadow. She rarely comes up and doesn't stay for long. Maybe she snuck up and found her way upstairs into a bedroom and got closed in at bedtime.

5:54 a.m. …Listening carefully. Nothing. I decide to check Little Bee's room. Makes the most sense as its the closest to the stairs. I crack the door and Mittens runs through it like her tail's on fire and the devil's nipping at her heels.

Mystery solved.

6:06 a.m.…Meowing from basement. Obviously Molly now wants up to be with the other cats. Stomp downstairs. Let Molly in. Mittens flies downstairs to hide once again.

Dang I'm tired.  I give up on sleep. I hop on Twitter for a bit. Read through my RSS reader. Go online and comment on a Scary Mommy post.

6:30 a.m. …Give in and go downstairs and make coffee. Mittens is scratching at the basement door to come in again. Heck, maybe she want to be social finally. Well, as long as we don't get too close. Ha!

7:00 a.m. …Kids are up. Well one kid. Time to start this day. Last day of school before Spring Break. Bring it!!

***Btw...Don't judge me as the scary cat lady. The two we just got last month were my parents two cats. My mom hounded my dad to find them another home. After 6 months with no luck he was going to (well actually did) take them to the animal shelter. We couldn't bare to see that happen. My older cat is their mom. It broke our hearts. That's a whole other post. So, we took them in and hope to find them a loving home together with someone we trust. Until then, I guess I'm an honorary (temporary) member of the cat lady club.

7:26 a.m. …Goalieboy finally made it into the shower after procrastinating for over 20 minutes. Ugh!  If only he'd taken one last night. He begged, pleaded and promised to take one in the morning. I guess this was my payback for bring nice. I seem to get that a lot around here. Do you?

Tell me I'm not the only one having one of "those kind of" mornings? Do you have a story you'd like to share? Feel free to comment here or write a post about it and link back here.

Chat with you soon.

6 comments:

All Things Yummy said...

We have 3 cats- almost every morning is like that for us. LOL

Kim Hosey said...

Ha; you're definitely not the only one. We only have two cats, but they're constantly wanting out/in/wherever-they-aren't, especially between the hours of midnight and 5 a.m. And scratching. And going places they don't belong. And they mange to stretch it out along intervals just long enough that I think I'm actually going to get to go back to sleep, but no. Scratch scratch scratch. Get back up. Take care of cat. Back to bed. Repeat until kid gets up.

Thanks for this. I totally identify!

Mommy's Juggling Act said...

Thank you All Things Yummy and Kim Hosey for sharing that I'm not alone! The first two prefered the basement (until we got the last two) at night so it was much quieter. I think they are driving me slowly insane. They're lucky they're so cute and sweet during the day. lol

vanita said...

Girl my oldest is just as bad as goalieboy. She will put off whatever she has to do tonight for tomorrow morning and then be grouchy and drag her behind. I hear ya sistah! I SO hear you. One morning, just one morning, I want to sleep late. Just. One. Morning.

Mommy's Juggling Act said...

He's killing me Vanity. Killing me. Thank goodness he's been really good on last week and this weeks state testing. Up on time, step breakfast without whining, the whole nine yards. Now praying I can sleep in tomorrow!

Mommy's Juggling Act said...

He's killing me Vanity. Killing me. Thank goodness he's been really good on last week and this weeks state testing. Up on time, step breakfast without whining, the whole nine yards. Now praying I can sleep in tomorrow!