I got up early as usual with Stinkerbelle, and since it is a stat holiday, it feels like a Saturday. The street is quiet, without all the usual noises of cars and people going about their busy days. The house is quiet, as BDH is sleeping late. It feels like a Saturday.
We have a lot to do today. Tomorrow we are off on a week’s holiday to visit family, and we have a lot to do to prepare. Pulled muscles in my back, tax preparation, and other bits of life prevented us from getting much done in advance, so it all falls to today to do. We “must strike in the hustle and the bustle beforehand.”
There are cats to ready for a trip to the “spa”. (Well, one cat, anyway.) There is cleaning to do. There are floors to be swept and mopped and vacuumed. There are bags to pack. There is cat litter to attend to. There are dishes to be cleaned, and clothes to be folded, and toys to be put away. And somewhere in the midst of all this, someone has to keep an eye on That Baby.
Most importantly of all, there are lists to make. Don’t get me wrong, I have already begun lists. But as any good listmaker knows, it takes more than one or two lists to be TRULY prepared.
But it feels like Saturday. All I want to do is sit and relax with a mug of coffee while That Baby watches Baby Mozart and puts things on her head.
But it is NOT Saturday. And so, there is much to do.