Yesterday I took a day ‘off’. By off, I mean that I didn’t go work on my classroom or anything, but instead cleaned the apartment, did the laundry, went grocery shopping, etc. I was completely exhausted by the end of the day (which came quite a bit later than I had planned!) but it felt WONDERFUL to get things really in order around here. I cleaned this apartment like nobodies business. I washed WINDOWS, people. I cleaned my husband’s bathroom. I even made a meal ahead of time so I could have something delicious to quickly heat up tonight. Which, it turns out, is a really good idea.
But the apartment was so messy! I don’t think the whole place has been truly Cleaned in four months or so. Portions have been made tolerably presentable from time to time, but… yeah. I encountered horrors of which I shall never speak. Also, a thick coating of cat hair on EVERYTHING, which was so plentiful that I knit a new cat. One who does not poop on the floor.
But the real highlight of my day? My mamma and Scout came over to drop something off or pick something up, or something like that. And I took the opportunity to sit down and rest for a few minutes while chatting, since I like to pretend that I am a responsible Gestating Person. While we chatted, Scout was playing with Maya, teasing her with my keys. Oh! That’s what it was! They were dropping off my keys! Anyway. In the parking lot downstairs, a car alarm starts to go off. And keeps on going off. And wow, it’s really hard to talk with that thing making so much noise, I can’t believe it’s still going off, SOMEONE should be dealing with their car, people are so RUDE, Joey is trying to take a much-needed NAP for crying out loud…
And then it stopped. And about three minutes later, it started again. And not much longer after that, Joey burst out of the bedroom with an irate expression, demanding to know WHO was trying to break into our car. Because Oh yes! That was OUR car alarm going off incessantly. He stomped downstairs, and I was feeling pretty sorry for whatever car thief/ prankster adolescent was waiting for him.
Then I glanced over at Scout, who was dangling my keys in Maya’s face, holding them by the car fob thingy.
Turns out, she had managed to pop the trunk, too.
