Really?

I need someone to remind me why I thought having a cat was such a great idea. He was so loud telling me he needed something so I missed my morning routine to go let him out, except he wouldn’t go out and he didn’t want kibble either.

I couldn’t figure out what he wanted so I went back to my routine and when I came back to my office he left me a steaming pile of poo…wtf?

Now as I’m trying to write this, the kids waiting for the bus are being loud and yelling at the neighbor’s dogs to shut up. What happened to my quiet peaceful country mornings? If I didn’t have a bunch of work to do I would consider calling in sick and going back to bed for a do-over.

And now the rooster is making his presence known. Really?

Here I was looking forward to getting into a groove but if this is what my mornings are going to be like I am going to have to rethink this.

I guess in a way I should thank the cat because nothing really happened yesterday that was worth writing about unless you count a 4th indictment, and he doesn’t deserve any more airtime.

Wait. There it is. The bus just left — peace and quiet.

Nope. Spoke too soon. Hairball anyone?

Ok, I give up. I’ll try again tomorrow.