Whisper-Screaming at the Cat So As Not to Wake Baby and Other FunPoints of Interest

My cat is an opportunist jerk.

I thought to myself, "Self, we are going to blog today!" Triumphantly, I thought this as mister 4 month-old had just fallen asleep after a morning sip of mammary milk. Then, baby, sensing my momentary elation, sniffed the air and made a face as if to say, "Challenge accepted!" So to the bed we went for more nursing. I laid the laptop down for a second, and the other nose of the house, belonging to one Oliver Twist C, spotted a source of warmth via laptop on the bed, and ignoring my whisper screams of "NO, YOU FLUFFY JACKASS," decided to thwart my plans.

Nap time is sacred. I say this to the non-baby havers contemplating changing that status. I would also say it to the UPS/FedEx/Orkin Man/Whoever has the stones to ring my doorbell, but my kid currently sleeps through ringing, so I am withholding calling down curses of anal fleas...for now.

The reality is, as soon as the baby is down, I am contemplating what I can get done in 30 to 45 minutes.

 That's all I get.

I could wish for more, but this is reality and not fiction. So here's the game I get to play: choose wisely, for you can only choose one. A shower. Tackle the slum that is my house. Reduce my talons to acceptable nail length and appearance. Eat. Read for my sanity. Blog. Begin to put away the nest of clothes that the other cat has begun roosting in. And, go.

And, naptime's over early.

"I've come to feel I'm part of a special club of women who can barely deal with life." --Jennifer Fulwiler, Like Living Among Scorpions

Oh, parenthood.