The removal of fecal matter
It was a stinky Monday.
Other than picking up toys and tumbleweeds of cat hair all day, an unending chore that is perhaps my least favorite is the removal of the enormous amount of fecal matter from my home.
Between 2 kids and 2 cats, bags full of poop are tossed into our garbage can on a near daily basis.
Justin and I will occasionally look at each other and talk about how there is just so much poop in our lives right now. Unending poop, from humans and animals alike.
Yesterday I was playing with David while Luke napped and I noticed that one of the cats (likely Grits) had just used the litter box as I walked by.
But the smell lingered for longer than usual.
So then I began my poop hunt. AKA find it before David does.
I couldn’t seem to find it, but I smelled it everywhere I went. I resolved that perhaps this is just what my house smells like and I’m just now noticing it. Perhaps it just reeks of poop constantly, no matter how many candles I burn or air fresheners I use.
And then I looked down.
There is cat poop on my foot. The top of my foot no less, which means there is more where that came from. The problem? I don’t know where it came from.
I don’t remember a cat sitting on my foot, but I also can’t remember things from 20 minutes ago because my brain is fried right now, so maybe I’ll never find the original source. It’ll be like using a photo I found on Pinterest. There was an original source, but I just can’t seem to find it. However the photo exists just as the poop exists.
Is this making sense? No? Okay, I’ll move on.
Justin and I bought a new (to us) house!
Yes! The great news is it’s awesome and has an enormous back yard.
The stressful news is that we are probably going to move in about 45 days, assuming all goes well with the inspection. And put our current place up for rent. Or sell it, we aren’t really sure yet. And we are both traveling over the next two months. So it’s about to get a little crazy around these parts, as if it wasn’t already.
No but really, I’m really excited about this next place. We desperately want a yard since our town home doesn’t have one. The location is fantastic, it’s only about 2 minutes from our current place, and it’s across the street from David and Luke’s future elementary school.
It was the first place, of the many that we walked through, that I could really see us living in.
I’ve already created 3 secret pinterest boards for the house. One of them is all about unique pantry’s because this new place doesn’t have a pantry. I know, it’s strange. But I think I’ll be able to do something creative with the dining room and make a pantry in there.
Anyway, that’s what has been going on around these parts. Poop, homes, and poop in homes.
Oh and I never found the cat poop source. That may be reason enough to move.