Why I Need Ladies Night - by Jody
To start, today is the lucky day that I get to work at home. Sounds like a good start, No? So when 7:45 rolls around I simply shut off my alarm because my commute is super short (down the stairs) and I was so tired I figured I could sleep a bit and just work later in the afternoon. Win, win. I happily drift off to sleep until 8:01 when I am alerted by the manfellow that I need to get up. He apparently did not get the memo about my flexible work schedule. Uggggg. So I get up.
To start, today is the lucky day that I get to work at home. Sounds like a good start, No? So when 7:45 rolls around I simply shut off my alarm because my commute is super short (down the stairs) and I was so tired I figured I could sleep a bit and just work later in the afternoon. Win, win. I happily drift off to sleep until 8:01 when I am alerted by the manfellow that I need to get up. He apparently did not get the memo about my flexible work schedule. Uggggg. So I get up.
What do I get up to? Well, the cat shit on the staircase should have been my first clue that it is going to be an interesting day. I walk right by thinking “I gotta get a coffee in first before I take care of THAT” only to see cat puke on the carpet in the office of which I plan to spend my day. Bugger. I proceed to the kitchen to make my coffee and there is cat puke (I think anyway – it could very well have been a combo puke/shit. No telling.) all over the family room carpet and on the kitchen floor! Seriously! What the hell did that cat eat? I swear he is not the size of a Rottweiler just average cat size so he must have been on a new cat “cleanse” because clearly the entire contents of his stomach/bowels is all over the floor in my house. So instead of my fabulous espresso that I was going to have to get over the fact that I was not still sleeping I spent the next 20 minutes cleaning up cat yuck and trying not to puke myself. My work day just got even longer. Also, I anticipate spending my happy day working at home with a sulking, moody teenager who got home at 1:00 in the morning, sitting around all day waiting for me to get out of the office so he can lock himself in here and play Xbox. Three words: Get. A. Job.
What the rest of the day will bring…. I have no idea but you can bet I will be RUNNING out the door this evening to meet up with you ladies!
Your sleep deprived, irritated friend
