After the sweet previous post, I must post the comparison. This litter box fiasco would be the opposite kind of day living in a world of toddlers. This morning, the girls had been so kind as to let me sleep in until 7. I never, ever, ever (hardly) sleep once any of the girls are awake. But I AM pretty pregnant, and I AM trying to survive on minimal sleep. The one morning I lay in bed relaxing, I get up to THIS. First, Talullah comes in and shakes my arm. "Uhm... Mo-ooom. Berlyn and Havanna are in the cat litter again." My eyes bolt open and I'm at full attention. Sure enough, there was hardly any litter left in the bin, and the disgusting sand was scattered from laundry room to kitchen. In the cat food dish. Water dish emptied out, creating a gooey mess of sandy goop. From what I gather, they were trying to 'teach Sarah Sophia to use her potty box'.
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