Our morning

A normal morning in the Sieg household starts with Poppy getting up early for work or school while Mason and I snooze happily away for a little while longer. On my good wifey mornings I get up with James to see him off, but this is more out of a need to go to the bathroom (blasted pregnancy bladder). Once I am up I enjoy the quite morning minutes with my honeybun. Around 8-8:30am, Mason sends a cry out letting me know that he is awake and I set up the gate on the stairs and then greet my grinning boy for the day. That is how our normal mornings are.

This morning I knew was going to be different. Special, actually. James did not have to work and is out of school so I had high expectations. As I descended our stairs, I heard little Mason whimpering in his bed and headed straight for his room. I found him sitting with embarrassed/confused tears on his face. Then I saw his wet diaper sitting nearby and his homemade tootsie roll on his bedding and everything made sense. Lucky for me, Mason only likes to play with animal and bird poop. Not his own. So, cleanup was a breeze. I thought the whole thing was a little funny.

As I carried the poopy loot out of his room, my eyes fell on a pile of cat poop in the corner. YUCK! A little annoying and gross, but at least James was home and could clean it up when he awoke (I'm pregnant so I can't since it could kill our baby. Truly! Isn't that convenient?). Feeling a little annoyed I started the laundry to disinfect Mason's sheets/port-a-potty and he started bawling. Apparently it was too early to be separated from his beloved blanket even with poop smears. I stood strong, finished, and headed into the kitchen.

Here Mason saw his little Timothy and and sunshine reappeared as he scooped his kitty from the Bumbo that he had been hiding in. That was when I noticed that pee was dripping off of the cat and Mason's hands. I looked in the Bumbo and saw a pool of cat urine. Are you JOKING ME?!!!!! Aren't cats supposed to come potty trained?!!!! Out went Timothy and his nasty Bumbo and I focused on cleaning Mason, now with a little bit of hatred in my heart (I have to work at being an animal person at times like these).

Poppy cleaned up after Timothy, helped calm my mounting anger, plopped Mason (followed by his kitty) in the tub for more deep cleaning. Afterwards, while he hunted for something for our naked little chap to wear, I heard a disturbing thud from Mason's nude direction. I looked over at my innocent child just in time to see a man-sized log roll to a stop at his feet. NO WAY!!!! I guess it serves me right for letting him eat about a pound of cherries yesterday.

After everything was cleaned and put back into order, we Siegs decided that we would all (including grumpy mommy) take an early nap and start this day again, hoping for different results. So far so good.