Usually they don't come til after 8, but you never know.
Five minutes later, I was toasting waffles, pouring coffee and...then I stepped in something mushy. And cold. And wet.
I looked down and my foot (and carpet) was covered in cat vomit. Gagging, I then realized that there was not one hotspot, but THREE. The cat had vomited three times on my carpet. I washed my foot, scrubbed my carpet, and held Piper hostage in her "cat room." She meowed all morning. Every time I checked on her, I found more vomit. And then a bloody hairball appeared. I frantically left Andrew a voicemail saying I needed to take her to the vet because she was apparently dying.
His phone was dead, so I never heard back, but when he came home he said, "Oh, that's just the red rug, not blood."
I felt pretty stupid. But still. It was a rough morning. And all that drama over a hairball. I hope the worst is over, but just in case, Miss Piper will remain in her cat room until tomorrow.
Somehow, we still had a good school morning. Maddox did his phonics worksheet on his own, deciding if the word describing the picture started with the s sound or the m sound. I got excited and told him every time he learns a letter sound, he is one step closer to reading.
I reviewed some moon facts and asked Jude, "So, what is the moon made of?" I expected something silly, but he said, "Rocks. And claters (craters)." Maddox was impressed and gave him a high five.
We read "Happy Birthday, Moon" and they both loved it.
I hope tomorrow morning is another great school morning...WITHOUT cat vomit.
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