Pooped Out

From last night, because I forgot to click Publish . . . .

Todd, the kids, and I went to visit friends in Lake Lure, NC this weekend. We had a great time, although kids change everything about vacation. I was up by 8 am every day we were there, even today when I woke up with a hangover. Kids do not slow down for hangovers.

We hit the road about 10:30 am and when we walked in the door, i am surprised that Todd and I didn't burst into tears at the sight. It seems that someone showed our house over the weekend, but forgot to leave the door open to the room containing the cats' litter box.

In the immortal words of Adam, the cousin of Poo, "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck."

There were piles of poop in the kitchen. There were wet spots of urine on the two rugs in the downstairs rooms, in the dog's crate, and in our bedroom. There were also some unidentified spots on the quilt in our bedroom.

After taking it all in, I was standing at the bottom of the stairs, trying to figure out where to begin, and Rollie sat down on the bottom step and said, "Dammit." At least he is using his new vocabulary in the correct context.

He then proceeded to pull the towel rack out of the wall in the bathroom.

Awesome. Totally awesome.

Pics from our trips and attention to blogging will be along one of these days. My summer is jam-packed with excitement like this.