When you wake up in the morning, you never know what kind of day you're going to have. My mornings usually start out with crawling out of bed to turn off my human alarm clock Micah, my one and a half year old nephew. That little brother has no trouble letting you know he is up and ready to go. Jumping up and down in bed, he is so delighted to see me. I'm thinking I could use an extra hour or two of sleep but I know that's not happening. Picking him up, he runs to my bedroom to get his diaper changed.
This is when the poopalicious chaos begins!
I will never get used to changing a diaper. My gag reflex starts to take over. I keep it down though. I'm sitting on the bed changing Micah when I notice my cat Mittens is scooting her rear across my bathroom floor. Give me a break. Not only do I have to change Micah but I have to deal with her too. The cat then runs to the living room where she proceeds to scoot her rear again on my carpet. Ewwww!!
I quickly change Micah so I can check out what the bleep is going on. Now a few weeks ago I had reconstrutive surgery on my foot. I had the cast removed a few days ago. So I have to use a scooter or crutches to get around. Imagine a grown woman on a scooter, rolling after a cat trying to figure out why she's scooting her rear across the floor.
At this point, I'm so not amused. Mittens finally stops running around in order for me to inspect her rear. I always thought dogs were dumb and ate everything. I'm adding cats to the dumb group. I have braids/extensions in my hair. When I run my fingers through my hair, a few strands, not a braid, comes out sometimes. The cat found a strand on the floor and ate it. Cats apparently can't digest human hair so it comes out in the poop. The strand got stuck in her butt, so I had to pull it out. Double ewwww!!! That's why she was scooting across the floor.
After I deal with that issue, I notice Micah messing with his pamper in his attempt to take it to the garbage. The pamper almost comes apart and I'm like, I don't feel like cleaning up another poop issue. So I quickly scooted over to him to take the pamper.
Moms we have a hard job. Not only do we deal with poopy kids but poopy animals as well.
By the time I finished with Micah and Mittens, I was all pooped out.