After waking up at 11 am from a codeine induced slumber, I stumbled down the stairs with Bailey walking in between my legs and Peaches already sprawled out in the middle of the hallway downstairs. I still sound like sh** from all the congestion but can’t seem to shake this sinus thing.
Ah! Dirty dishes in the sink. That’s nice. I’m so happy to be cleaning up after my husband as well.
I fed the cats and checked the outside temp. Wow! Way too hot again. Looks like I’ll be staying in all day again today. I hope my AC cools off the house – yesterday it didn’t do such a hot job. I made coffee though I think that’s it’s too hot, but I don’t want a caffeine withdrawal headache. I flipped on “The View” – why do I torture myself? I hate that loud-mouthed loser Joy Behar.
Damn! It’s already noon. Peaches! Stop eating the flowers! I guess she found the bouquet. I’m so sleepy. Wait a minute! Why? Was it the codeine infused cough syrup or….? Dammit! I just remembered what happened last night.
It was around a quarter to one in the morning and I was just dozing off hoping for some cough free shut-eye. I heard John come in. It took him a few minutes to come upstairs and start his nightly routine. All of a sudden I heard him screaming, “Bailey!” and then the banging and bitching started. Evidently the cat couldn’t make it to his litter box downstairs and deposited a small amount of diarrhea in the bathroom sink. Better the sink than the floor.
I got up (now fully awake) and started cleaning up the mess. It took me 2 minutes to clean and disinfect the soiled area. Wow. Big deal. Now I was awake, the cats were scared and HE was still complaining. I tried to unsuccessfully resume my sleep. No luck. I went downstairs and swallowed another teaspoon of cough medicine and hoped for a miracle. Did I mention that I was coughing now from all the commotion?
I headed upstairs into my room and crawled in bed. Peaches was already snuggled up waiting for me to spoon with her. I laid down, coughed, took a throat lozenge and coughed some more. Two ‘o clock rolled around. Then 3:45. I must have conked out by 4 am. I had to wake him up at 5:30 – so much for a good night’s sleep. I rang the intercom as a wake-up-call, snoozed the alarm and waited to see if he got up. Seven minutes later I rang again, greeted by a screaming “WHAT?”. So nice.
By the time I actually stirred (shockingly the cats didn’t bug me) it was after 11 am. Did the codeine give me an opposite reaction or did the late-night chaos impede my snooze? I may never know until the repeat performance tonight. Hopefully the cat won’t sh** in the sink. Maybe I will. Just kidding.
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