Cat Poop in My Window
Scott left Sunday for a business trip and will not be home until Saturday night. When he is gone our main form of communication is through text. I was bored the other night and reading through all of our texts over the past few months. Below is a transcript of one exchange. Apparently one that I wasn’t supposed to blog about. But I am. Maybe that will teach him to be less Attention Deficit Disorder affected, and to pick up poop next time he comes across it when it is somewhere, ANYWHERE except for in a toilet.
Introduction to the conversation: I went upstairs to tuck in all of the kiddos. I pulled back Jack’s curtains to fix his blinds. I notice cat turds in the window sill. I go crazy and start screaming and inquiring why there is cat poop in the window. Jack says, “Daddy saw that weeks ago and he just left it there.”. WHAT???? I give a lecture about how it is everyone’s responsibility to not let there be poop in our house in inappropriate locations and tell Jack that he should have cleaned it up himself or reminded someone. I cleaned it up. I screamed some more. I went downstairs and texted Scott.
Lesley: Please tell me Jack was lying and you didn’t really see cat shit in his bedroom window weeks ago and just leave it there.
Scott: It was Friday and I did forget. Sorry.
Lesley: I can’t believe I am married to someone who sees cat shit in a window and just walks away. I am trying to process and figure out how to move past this.
Scott: That isn’t what happened. I was tucking Jack in. Saw it. Went downstairs to get something to clean it with. I must have gotten distracted. And forgot. Until just now. And I feel horrible. Don’t facebook this.
Lesley: No way I am going to Facebook this. Do you think I want people to know that I have cat shit in my windows?
Scott: No, but you blog lots of embarrassing things.
Lesley: Do not.