It has not been a good morning, so far. And it's all Gina and Becky's fault. First, Becky ate her breakfast too fast, and then proceeded to yak it all over my kitchen table. That was a joy cleaning up.
Who, me Ma?
Then, I noticed that Gina had excavated a large portion of the litter box onto the floor, not an uncommon occurrence. Not thinking, I got the dust pan and brush and started to sweep it up -- right through a large puddle of pee. You see, Gina is almost 14 and just a bit senile. She will get into the litter box, and pee outside of it. And, this time, she pee'd in such a way that it ran for quite a distance over the floor. So, I cleaned that all up. Stupid me for not checking.
I've been here all the time, Ma!
So, now everything is spread out, and drying. I'm sweating, and feeling just a little dirty, in spite of the fact that I have washed my hands until they're red, and those two are just a little bit in my bad graces, in spite of the fact that I do know that they didn't mean to cause me a bad morning.