So the animals sleep in our bed. They glue themselves to me throughout the night and I end up sleeping with my leg in a triangle #4/sailboat formation. My hips hurt in the morning, I don't sleep well, that damn 60 pound dog just sticks herself at my legs and won't budge.
In the meantime, the cat, who is not a graceful agile creature, chirps before he jumps up on the bed. Then sits on my hip, kneading at my belly before chrrrping and hopping over to settle on Michael's chest, waiting to suck his breath from his face.
So we decided last week ENOUGH IS ENOUGH and booted the animals from our room. They hover outside our bedroom door, freaking out and making unhappy settling in for the night sounds. And then they come in at like 2am since our door doesn't latch all the way.
Sigh.
Anyway, Michael boots Millie off the bed at about 5am today. She grumbles and struts out of the bedroom. We get up and get the girls up, and at about 7am I go in the girls' room to grab clothes for El and the dog PEED ON THEIR CARPET. Clearly spite pee from being booted from the bed. WTF dog?
Tonight, Michael thought he saw a small movement from the kitchen, on the floor. Shit, could it be that we have a mouse in the house*? The cat won't leave his roost under the Christmas tree, lounging on a bunched up area of the tree skirt. I grab him and bring him in the kitchen where he looks at me irritatingly, chrrrrps, and jumps onto the sofa to escape me.
They just aren't earning their keep!!!
*I have always maintained that a couple little field mice coming in from the cold in the winter doesn't bother me that much, as long as they aren't in the pantry and they never have been. I don't know if that is a response to the years of disgusting rats around here, am I desensitized? I dunno. Maybe. Likely.