A Quiet Sunday Morning
Woman in the Middle | March 29, 2015We were up bright and early yesterday to help the kids throw a garage sale. They wanted to earn a little money before spring quarter started up at college. We wanted to get rid of some stuff our of our garage and a little more from Mom in law’s house. After that early morning and busy day, Hubby and I were looking forward to sleeping in and a quiet Sunday morning with the newspaper.
That wasn’t to be, however. A household with elderly pets can not expect to sleep in, ever. At exactly 7 a.m. Blackie decided he needed to be fed, NOW. I mixed up his first meal of the day of food and medicine and crawled back into bed. No sooner had my head hit the pillow than Honey rolled out of bed. So I rolled out of bed too and,being nice to Hubby, put the dog out.
I wasn’t going to try the bed thing again. I grabbed the newspapers, let the dog back in, and headed for the kitchen for breakfast. The cat was already done with his meal but demanded more. After two weeks of barely eating, Blackie hit the “eat” switch again and is now ready to make up for lost time. So I fed him again. Then I fed him again.
I had just finished my bowl of cereal when I heard a loud splash in the pool. I looked out and there were three ducks – two males and one female. One male had the neck of the other male in his beak. They were fighting over the female. Not wanting to have to clean a dead duck out of the pool, I rushed outside to shoo them all away. They all took flight with a great amount of wing flapping and quacking.
Blackie finished his third breakfast and then he jumped up on Hubby (by this time lying on the couch) and Hubby also decided there was no point in trying to catch a little more shut eye.
Then, weird whiffs of, um, something bad began wafting through the house. I got up from the table, rounded the counter, and there was Honey’s little morning gift. Honey, in her old age, now needs more time outside to accomplish her morning constitutional. Apparently I didn’t give her enough time this morning. Seeing me on my feet, the cat thought I should know that he wanted a fourth breakfast. Since I was headed to clean up dog poo I told Hubby it was his turn to the feed the cat.
Anyway, by now it was all of 8:15. So much for that quiet, lazy, Sunday morning. However, in between the cleaning and feeding, I did manage to sneak in a bowl of cereal and some newspaper reading. After all, that was all I wanted to do this morning, wasn’t it?
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