I feel like this cat gets me.
I learned two things this morning:
1. Cubby has super powers that enable his arm to reach anything on a table.
2. Throw rugs are called that because you will probably have to throw them away.
Cubby upended a bowl of soggy cereal all across the shaggy white rug in my room this morning. (Yes, I was eating cereal in bed. Don't judge me.)
And since Chris is away on a trip, I'm doing school prep solo. I had no time to deal with the mess as I chased and yelled at Bub to do the same routine we do every morning yet is a constant surprise to him each time.
So, the rug did get rinsed in the tub, while I grappled with Cubby who thought it was bathtime and kept trying to hurl himself headlong into the tub filled with cereal water. Said rug, most likely destroyed got hung over the banister in the garage.... Where I just learned it was dripping in to the kids shoe bucket. Washing sneakers now.
This is a sexy variation on my typical day staying at home with kids. Anyone want to sign my petition to get a government stipend for my rehab stay at Crazy Mama Ranch?