My first real Mother’s Day. Last year I was pregnant, but its not the same.
Special. Endearing. Memorable.
Well I got the memorable part right.
Let’s start with the night before. Let’s set the scene. Jeff and I were just about to fall asleep, its nearly midnight, and we hear a loud CRASH quickly followed by a HISS and a PFFPFF by angry cats that live in the this crazy house. We immediately jump out of bed to unfortunately discover that the cats had a fight that made them fall into wet paint that we still had out (that was only covered by aluminum foil) since we are still in the process of painting our living room.
I’m sure your thinking at this point, “well of course the cats fell into the wet paint and then they politely went to a towel to dry off”. You know, because cats clearly are polite house guests.
OR perhaps they chose option B, which was to quickly run up and down our 2 stair cases causing blue wet spots all over our carpet.
Awesome. Just really really awesome. Especially at midnight.
Here is the perpatrator.
I flipped my lid and went on a (water) gun toting rampage. Believe me, I knew who started this catastrophe and I was about to let him have it. So after about 20 minutes and a bleeding ankle later, I was done. Or so I had hoped.
We still had to deal with the other cat whose under belly and paws were still covered in wet paint. I tried picking up the finicky princess to try and wash her. Um, have you ever tried to wash a cat? Not fun. In fact we couldn’t get past the angry growls she was clearly communicating. So rather than deal with it, we decided to just put her into the bathroom with a kitty bed and box for the night.
**** I tried to find the victim to take photographic evidence of the crime. She was none to be found. We believe this to be a domestic violence case and she might be afraid to come forward. If you know of any cats involved in a domestic violence dilemma, please contact your local authorities ****
Here is just some of the scene of the crime. This is on one of our stairs. A clear kitty paw. This was an open and shut case.
So away to dream land I hoped to go, only to have that very perpetrator try and jump on me wanting love at 3 o’clock in the morning. I then sweetly threw him onto my sleeping husband and said “Get off me (insert explicative here)”!
Sunday morning comes way too early by a little darling child of mine who likes to practice her “dada yayaya” sounds. At least I woke up smiling.
Off to church we went and then on to my last show.
Jeff was able to catch my song for all of you who weren’t able to be there. Hope you enjoy it!
And since it was Mother’s Day, I was able to spend a little time with my cutie patootie. Here she is trying out her new (long time borrowed from friends-Thanks Krista!) excersaucer. She was in heaven! (warning: the video is a bit long. Daddy likes to make the kiddie moments epic long apparently)
And speaking of Daddy…. I couldn’t conclude my Mother’s Day festivities without mentioning my dear sweet husband’s inaptitude for gift giving holidays.
I waited…. and waited….. and waited for a “Happy Mother’s Day honey” type of thing from my baby’s daddy. Nothing.
Church, show, sushi dinner, and still nothing.
Finally I couldn’t hold back and I had to say something. He looked a little sheepish and tried unsuccessfully to redeem himself by explaining that we had a long day. So he brought out the card that he recently bought. I opened it with his saliva still wet on the envelope. Gross.
And that was it.
Yes, it was incredibly sweet for him to at least give me a card and yummy sushi takeout. However, flowers would have been nice too honey! I love you anyway. At least it wasn’t mints on Valentines Day.