Here Kitty Kitty

Oh, to have the life of a cat. Remember that question as a kid? The one about what animal you'd be? I always wanted to be a cat - the sunbaths, bird-watching and the naps. Except for the licking yourself clean part, what a life.

Well, my life is far from that of a cat's. At 5:00 am this morning I was jolted awake with the recollection that I was responsible for 23 Kindergarteners' snacks. Not just any old snack mind you, these snacks must not contain any nuts, dairy or eggs, or they will send Spencer's classmate into anaphylactic shock. Do you think the cat has ever woken up in a cold sweat?

I have been trying to watch my weight a bit. I say a bit because I am not huge, but I have crossed the 30 mark and the evidence of the 3rd child seems to be lingering a bit too long. That and, oh yeah, I am a sugar addict. I would like to give up the copious amounts of sweets and treats, but, let's be honest here, it just isn't going to happen. I need sugar to get through the day. Enter moderation. Do you think that cat works at moderation?

Moderation was a thing of the past this afternoon. It started off innocently enough with this art studio/fort.

I sat and worked on a bit of knitting while the boys colored. Laney then woke up from her nap and the boys decided they would head upstairs rather than suffer the wrath of the Laney tornado. Just as predicted, Laney saw the fort and immediately climbed in. I didn't think much of it until I heard her start singing "no, no, no - noooo". I then found this:

After taking the pens away and stopping by the treat cupboard for a piece of toffee, I went to check on the boys and found this:

Gotta love old houses. The doorknob was, unfortunately, inside the room.

Yes, that is Spencer through the doorknob. After talking him through the doorknob fix, I left them to their playing. I headed downstairs to grab a bite-size Snickers.

Shorty thereafter, I heard some commotion and laughter on the stairs. Spencer then came running into the kitchen asking for their bicycle helmets. I grabbed a few M&M's and went to survey the scene, only to find the boys "pillow skating".

At this point is was after 5:00pm, and sugar would no longer suffice - I poured a glass of wine. Do you think the cat noticed?

With the little ones in bed and a bit of time to reflect, I got to thinking about the cat again and wondered if he really did have it better than me - nawww, that guy has to lick himself clean!