Have you ever had one of those days where you thought, “What the heck. Just let the kitty litter fall where it may?” No? Well, I had one of those days yesterday….and it’s not quite what you may be thinking. Let me explain…
My daughter is having a friend come over today, and they plan to hang out in the game room upstairs. Well, this is one of the rooms that we have not finished remodeling yet, and it has become somewhat of a “catch all” room. In fact, we have some furniture for sale, and it is all stacked up in there, as well as part of our couch and a dining room table. Oh…and the cat’s litter box (which was FULL and smelled horrible because SOMEBODY hadn’t been doing her chore!) is in that room.
It’s the largest room in the house, so where else were we supposed to put this stuff? There’s certainly no room on the porches….because that’s where we have everything else. I’m telling you – It still looks like the Beverly Hillbillies live here, and we moved in a year and a half ago. (For those of you who are new to the newsletter, we bought a foreclosed, abandoned log house in the woods a while back, and we are trying to remodel – especially since they had goats living in the house)
Anyway, we decided that we should probably clean up the game room a bit. So, we rearranged the furniture and other “stuff” so that it was all on one side of the room. Then, we swept and mopped. I moved the cat’s litter box out into the hallway so that my daughter could take it downstairs and dump it. I took a couple of things to my daughter’s room and then was headed back to the game room….and I thought, “I’ll just pick up this litter box and take it downstairs and dump it for her.” So, that’s what I tried to do.
Do you ever have those times when you ask yourself, “Why did I even try to do something nice?” Or “Why couldn’t I have just stuck with the original plan?” Or “Why didn’t I just let somebody else do this?” Well, these were all running through my head about 2 minutes later.
With the litter box in hand, I walked past the top of the stairs, toward the game room. My foot got too close to the top step, and I suddenly felt like I was losing my balance. So what did I do? I dropped what was in my hand and grabbed the handrail.
Do you remember what was in my hand? Yep. Kitty litter went flying everywhere, most of it spilling onto and down the stairs. Now remember…this was not “fresh” kitty litter. Enough said.
So, I spent the next 30 minutes cleaning up kitty litter and kitty “stuff” (if you know what I mean). Hey…but the game room looks great!
Why did I tell you that story? I have no idea. I guess it’s because that’s what I do…ramble about useless information that is usually better kept in my head. Oh well….I’m me….real and uncensored….
Cyndi Kinney, R.N., PhD
Cyndi Kinney, R.N., PhD