Saturday, November 22

morning agreement

This morning, SB and I woke up at 5:55 am to a scraping noise coming from the living room.  And when I say scraping, I mean furniture being pushed around in a very very noisy way.  It quickly dawned on me that both the 'furniture moving'-sized folks that lived in our home were laying in this very bed, so who the F*%# was moving furniture in our living room?

Cat or Kid?

I put my money on the kid.  Those cats are lazier than me.

The kid hunch made me bound out bed and down the hall to see what was going on.  I'm kind of surprised at that energetic reaction considering (a) you guessed it - I'm lazy and (b) I'm sick.  But no, I bound out of bed knowing full well who was making that noise.  Because she isn't the type to redecorate our place as a thank-you for wiping my butt surprise, I knew she had to be going for something hidden and forbidden.

I came out to find Gigi moving a chair from the table.  She was pushing it through the kitchen towards the fridge.

As I stood there, sort of realizing how crappy I actually felt and sort of confused, I asked her what she was doing.  She explained that she wanted to get her stuff out of the freezie.  Stuff in the "freezie"?  Hey, remember the great nutella incident of Thursday past?  Yes well, in the frenzied rush to get her to the bathroom for cleaning before nutella suddenly appeared everywhere, I tossed the jar into the freezer.  It is the last frontier of places in the kitchen that she couldn't reach - until now.  I'm kinda surprised Gigi remembered the stuff was in there.

Obviously I put a stop to it, explained we were all supposed to be still sleeping and for the love of peaches, let's all go back to bed.  She cried a little, and then in one non-stop statement explained that she didn't want to sleep anymore, and asked who puked on the couch.  The last part caught me off guard.  Five years ago I would have assumed it was me but these days, "it's all fun and games until..." nights are few and far between.

Anyhow, it was one of the cats that puked.  What else is new.  The fact that he did it on the couch upsets me greatly, but what upsets me more, is the fact that I now need to clear out new Gigi-Proof hiding spots for food things, and institute a no furniture moving clause into our morning agreement.

In case you are wondering, our morning agreement has been completely ignored by one party for the last three years, one month, and fifteen days (plus eight hours and forty minutes, but who's counting).  Some days I can't wait until she a surly teen who wants to sleep in.  I'm going to eat those words - big time.


Heather said...

I make morning agreements with my kids too. They also ignore them.

Laurin said...

Wow, too bad she picked a day when you were sick to start the furniture moving. My twins think pre 6 am furniture moving is the perfect way to get mama out of bed. Fast!

Chicky Chicky Baby said...

This just goes to show that your girl has exceptional taste. I mean, Dude. It's Nutella.

Kyla said...

There are sometimes (like when I read this post) when I think, "Meh, physical delays AREN'T so bad after all." because ya know, she can't move furniture and such. SCORE! LOL.

for a different kind of girl said...

The only time I wish my boys older so they would sleep half the day away like good teenagers is when I put them to bed each night and I tell them I will rip them apart, limb by limb, if they are up before the sun, goodnight, sweet dreams, Mommy loves you.


Mayberry said...

Once they figure out that furniture-moving trick, it is ALL OVER. I am sorry.

Redneck Mommy said...

Morning agreements?

That just shows how naive you are.

There is no such thing.

Kinda like the tooth fairy or Santa Clause.

Just so you know.


Mimi said...

Too funny: Munchkin has just figured out that if she reefs on it hard enough, she can get the fridge open. Dude, I feel your pain.

Mary G said...

During the furniture moving phase I resorted to bribery. Big time bribery, like Saturday morning cartoons.
Hang in there!

Whit said...

Kids and cats have no respect.

SciFi Dad said...

One morning my wife was changing the baby and she let my daughter go downstairs by herself.

Eventually, my daughter came back up and announced that she was hungry while she was downstairs, so she went to get a yogurt, but then when she opened the fridge and saw all her choices, she made a "healthy choice" instead: cold leftover corn from the previous night's dinner.