Animal Problems

We are having animal problems.

Sunday, I decided to do some yard work. I did some weeding and blew off the driveway, but the biggest chore was cleaning off the deck. As I was gathering up the toys and sweeping leaves, I noticed a squirrel. He was not moving, but he still looked very much alive, just laying on the deck. After closer inspection I realized he was already dead, but there were no bite marks to indicate that the cats had gotten him. It was like he just fell down and died. He really just looked as if he was lying still.

Monday night, I let the cats out as usual. They have become keen on night exploration since we have moved into our house. I always call them in before heading upstairs to bed, as they come quickly, usually ready for a rest themselves. Last night, only one came back. I called and called for the other one but eventually had to just go to bed.

When I woke up Tuesday, I called for her again, but still could not find her. I decided to go outside to look for her, but by the time I fed the toddler, got him dressed, and convinced him to go outside, it was 11:00 AM. We looked around for her in the front yard, and then as we were heading to the back yard I noticed something moving in my car. It was my sweet kitty. I got her out immediately and ran her straight inside to food and water. She did not eat or drink, but she was purring and seemed fine. Monday night, my husband had gone to the grocery store. She must have jumped into the car while he was unloading groceries. That means she had been in the car for over 12 hours! I am just so thankful that she is ok.

It soon dawned on me that a cat locked in a car for 12 hours also meant that there was probably cat poo in my car. It did not take long to spot it (with the helpful “Look, Mommy, cat poo!” from the toddler) and so I began cleaning. I spent 45 minutes scrubbing cat poo and pee out of my car and then left the windows open so the smell could air out.

The toddler and I continued our day which included a walk. We made it home just before it rained, but forgot that my car windows were  open. So now I have a wet car that smells slightly like cat poo.

Late in the afternoon, the rain cleared. The toddler and I were sitting in the livingroom when we heard a loud THUD and saw something briefly on the window. We ran outside to see a small bird on its side in our front flower bed, obviously stunned by its recent encounter with our window. I tried to shield the bird from being touched by my son as he peppered me with questions to satisfy his curiosity of ‘why.” I used a stick to nudge to bird into an upright position. Once on its feet it hopped away, but it was obviously quite injured. His breathing was labored and his couldn’t move more than three small hops. We observed him for a while, and finally decided to go inside. When we went out to check on him a few hours later, the bird was gone. I can only hope that he regained his senses and flew safely away.

Here’s hoping that tomorrow will be a better day. Because if we have one more day of animal drama, we might have to move.

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An Hour Alone

I used to be a scheduled person. I used to be a Kindergarten teacher, so my day was divided into 20 minute segments of learning, teaching, organizing, writing lessons, entering student progress, and even squeezing in lunch and a bathroom break in a 20 minute time frame.

Then I became a stay-at-home Mommy. I was on baby time. I slept when the baby slept. I nursed when he wanted to nurse. I ate however much I wanted whenever I was hungry. I enjoyed trash daytime television. I reveled in the lack of schedule.

I have not had a schedule for nearly three years now. And I adore it. I adore staying up late when I need to and sleeping in when the toddler allows it. I adore taking leisurely walks with my toddler and marveling at things like flowers growing because we have nothing else to do. I love not having a schedule.

My life is not always as lovely as described above. My days are filled with laundry and dishes and cleaning and bottom wiping and trying to keep up with the needs of an ever-demanding and incessant talking toddler. But I don’t have a time frame to complete all of my to-do list.

So today, I am linking up with Stacey of Mothering Moment’s great listicles idea. It’s an interesting task; describe an hour in your day.

Today, I’m going to share a very rare hour with you. An hour of alone.

4:00 PM – Toddler and husband are upstairs for a nap. House is quiet. Cat sits in my lap and purrs as I sit at the computer reading and commenting on other’s blogs.

4:20 PM – Decide to get a snack. Go for a diet coke and some Cheez-Its. This is my time, remember? No one said it had to be healthy.

4:25 PM – Really wish we had cupcakes or something in said quiet house. Search kitchen. We do not.

4:32 PM – Turn on TV to TBS where Friends re-runs are on . Enjoy the banter between Rachel, Ross, Phoebe, Monica, Chandler and Joey.  Hope turning on TV does not wake sleeping boys upstairs.

4:34 PM – Sit back down at computer in guest room/office/playroom downstairs. Position chair to see TV in living room. Enjoy background noise of Friends and the clicking of the keyboard.

4:35 PM – Wonder what will happen next so I can finish this post.

4:38 PM – Stuff face with Cheez-Its and diet coke. Delicious.

4:39 PM – Check bank account balance to see if we have enough disposable money for me to order take out tonight while the hubs goes back to work on the night shift. Frown at the questionable outcome.

4:42 PM – Cat comes back into my lap and makes herself comfortable. She is soft and warm and I think we both enjoy this quiet company away from the toddler pulling her tail and demanding my attention.

4:51 PM – Hear husband’s alarm going off upstairs. It’s almost time for him to wake up for the night shift. The toddler will be awake soon, too.

4:56 PM – Realize it’s time to wrap up post. Spell check. Remain in awe that I got a whole hour alone to engage in junk food and blog activity.

4:58 PM – Hear husband walking around upstairs and start shower. Consider going up there. Remember we are not in college anymore and typing with a cat in my lap is actually much more appealing than joining husband in shower. I am getting old.

5:00 PM – Gently place cat on floor. My time is up. But what a wonderful time it has been.

It’s safe to assume that the rest of my day was a constant task of toddler wrangling, bottom wiping, dishes, laundry, cleaning, and blogging catch up. But this hour, was for me. Thank goodness for blogging, Friends, diet coke, and Cheez-Its.

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