My Morning
6:00 AM: Mom calls. “Can you come help me load the car?”
6:05 AM: I bury my head in the pillow and groan.
6:15 AM: Minerva comes and licks my nose. Repeatedly. This means “It’s time to get up Mommy.” Pippin is still asleep on my pillow, with his tail around my neck, snoring.
6:17 AM: I realize one of the cats had a hairball last night
6:20 AM: 5 minutes of hopping on one foot wiping away hairball.
6:25 AM: Go to kitchen, get coffee, start making Norbert’s salad. (Kale, chopped veggies, vitamin powder in plastic container, shake) Feed Norbert, Feed Kitties.
6:30 AM: Find bathrobe. Has stain where I spilled soup last night as eating supper, oh well, puts on bathrobe, goes to mom’s. Load Mom’s car. “You are going to do something to your hair, aren’t you?” Give Mom Dirty Look.
6:45 AM: Home again. Collapse on Bed. Am subsequently buried in kitties. (Except Pippin, who has not moved except to stretch.)
7:00 AM: Groan again, get up, shower, brush teeth, put on clothes, sit in talcum powder, change clothes, search for lint brush for 15 minutes, find lint brush, de-cathair, then proceed to curl my hair with one hand, while putting on makeup with the other hand.
8:05 AM: Finally heading out door. Pippin stretches and turns on his back, still asleep. Mom calls: “I forgot the chips, can you stop by and bring them to me?”
Such is life.
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