I have been a dedicated viewer of Dancing With the Stars since the beginning of the season. I’ve enjoyed the cast, the drama, the ups and downs, the eliminations and the pressure of being on Dancing With the Stars. The celebrities having been interesting this season, seeing Florence Henderson getting frisky on the dance floor, getting to see Jennifer Grey returning to the public eye and revealing her physical battles while dancing, and seeing pro-athletes like Kurt Warner and Rick Fox learn some new footwork.
Well this week has been busy and fun, being only Monday I know, but my daughter had her birthday today. My son’s birthday is tomorrow. So I have been moving at lightening speed for several days now, throwing a party over the weekend, making sure my daughter’s presents were wrapped and ready this morning, AND had the kids ready for school. My husband and I decided my son is ready for the responsibility of his own first pet, so I ran to the pet store and bought a fish tank and some cheap fish (in case they don’t make it if the water isn’t “right” I don’t want to drop a lot of money on the first few fish! Makes sense, right?!), made it home to set it up and get it hidden before I had to run to school to pick the kids up.
I missed a PTO meeting tonight to spend the evening with my birthday girl and have a fun night with the family, which it was. I suppose the meeting was slightly in the back of my mind, but I knew I had my input covered. So it came time to put the kids to bed, get them tucked in by 8:00 so I could pluck down on the couch to watch Dancing With the Stars. That was the plan anyway.
After my husband read a couple of books, I went in to give hugs and kisses goodnight, going into my daughter’s room first. I noticed a slight odor…
This was the same odor I noticed coming from the newly tiled bathroom earlier in the day. It was also the same odor that came from the rug by the back door in the morning. I just had to find where it was coming from because it was not as obvious as the little POOP piles my 12 year old cat had decided to leave for me TWICE earlier in the day!
So I got down on my hands and knees on the floor, looking for the little gift my dear cat decided to leave in the bedroom. For ten minutes I sniffed around, picking up the random toys left on the floor and quizzing my daughter is she had noticed where the smell was coming from or seen the “gift” herself, which she had not. The toys I was picking up I was tossing in the mesh toy box which seemed to be the obvious place to put them. After a few more minutes of search and sniff, I’d had no luck but I KNEW there was a pile somewhere. My nose finally led me to where i wish it didn’t – the toy box I’d just finish filling.
And wouldn’t ya know it – after carefully plucking and gently shifting toys around – there was the “gift” at the bottom of the toy box: two little smelly cat turds! AHHHHH! Dang it – that was not the place I wanted to find it!
So after washing my hands – quite well – I tucked in the birthday girl and her brother, and carried the toy box downstairs to the kitchen. Naturally there was a great variety of toys in the box, including some favorites and sentimental items, so I couldn’t just chuck the whole darn thing in the garbage can. I did toss quite a bit and just let go of some maybe-not-so-important-toys-that-I-hope-my-daughter-doesn’t-need-and/or-cry-for-tomorrow. I did throw some stuffed animals, tutus, and dress up clothes in the laundry and sanitize the favorite “Jessie” doll from Toy Story.
The toy box did get chucked though because I was not about to battle trying to get that thing clean!
Just as I got that done, my sister called to talk about holiday plans. Just as I got off the phone with her, my daughter came down to show me the head off of her new Barbie broke (the new one I got at Target today after returning the first one that broke while I was taking it out of the box before running to the pet store, etc), I calmed her down, tucked her in one more time and came down to see my husband relaxing on the couch (grrr) with Monday Night Football on the television. The clock read 9:43 p.m. My husband did take out a couple rounds of cat-soiled trash for me.
My plan for the night and watching Dancing With the Stars was foiled by the cat. I should’ve headed straight to the refrigerator for a bottle of wine, but instead I grabbed the laptop and crawled into bed and started writing about missing Dancing With the Stars. Well, I do feel a little better now – the house smells like lavendar air freshener, the clutter in my daughter’s room isn’t there and I can see more floor than I have in weeks, I remembered to wrap my son’s birthday present and it’s waiting for him tomorrow morning for his big day. The cat is laying on the floor with one eye on me. He knows I’m debating if he should become an outside cat…