D's been out at a meeting of the minds in sunny, scenic Tampa this week, so I've been soloing the kids. Sore jaw notwithstanding (they're great, by the way - there was no way that tooth was going to be taken care of painlessly), it's been relatively easy, but we're all missing D terribly.
It's up-ended the morning routine, really. As funny as it sounds, my morning schedule involves being woken from sleep by her early morning preparations, typically harried and inevitably involving tripping over/running into things. Think of it kinda like my security blanket, except it's one that curses at all the crap on the floor.
So this morning, I'm brought from my slumber by some shuffling around outside the door, followed by a brief, yet quiet squeal and more walking around. In my drowsy state, I think to myself that D must have tripped on something, and roll over to snooze a bit before she says goodbye for the day. A little while later, I feel a weight behind me on the edge of the bed, and instinctively tell D that I love her and to have a great day. As I roll over and lean in to kiss her, I'm greeted by two large, yellow-green eyes, fuzzy pointed ears and a swishing Squirrel-kitty tail.
"Well... This is awkward..." I tell her as she meows at me and bolts out of the room.
Ain't life grand?
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