Gametes In Love

Or more specifically, a cat. A cat that thinks 3-5am is play-time, and doesn’t for the life of her understand why you’re not up hanging out with her.

Things I pried from Zoe’s paws over-night:

– a container of powdered sun-screen- a blister of pro-biotic pills

No bueno!!! I heard the popping of the blister pack and instantly jumped. S for the first time last night left out a pack of pro-biotics on the bathroom counter, and she took instant advantage. She didn’t get to them to eat them, but her nails had pierced through the blisters.

Things that I found missing things morning:

– my headband
– one of my socks

Luckily, both were found canoodling on our bed, tucked in between the blankets.

At this point I can never assume that things were where I left them/saw them last. She’s strong! I’ve seen her drag a big ole bath towel from the bathroom, through the bedroom, onto the bed. She’s also an excellent soccer player, and those paws can kick small items into deep, dark, foreign places.

I don’t even know how to begin cat-proofing for this one!

(where’s the kitty?)

Second day drop off was MUCH better. No clinging. Just a hug and he was off to play. Finding the room to go to, though, was difficult. There are 3 rooms to drop off depending on what time you arrive. We circled almost the whole campus going from empty/dark room to locked room for a good 10 minutes. G was a great sport though. There was a shark drawn on the ground (by chalk by one of the older kids), and he had fun with it by “running for his life” from it.

I’m taking a sigh for the hour and hoping today will go well. I pick him up mid-day to see his therapist, so hoping that I’ll get a bit more brief from his teacher then too.