It’s No Use Crying Over Spilled Kitty Litter

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It’s no use crying over spilled milk. Or kitty litter. At least in my house it isn’t. 

In fact, in my house, it is apparently not even necessary to get help with spilled kitty litter. Or clean it up. Or mention that there is poop and urine and kitty litter strewn on the entryway floor.

No..its way better to just let your mom walk in and discover the surprise herself.spilled-kitty-litter

Seriously, friends, on what planet is this okay???

I mean, what mom wouldn’t want to be greeted by this little pile kitty poop…kind of like a homemade piรฑata burst on the floor “treats” sprinkled about for the taking. 

This is what greeted me on the kids LAST DAY OF SCHOOL. Which is awesome, cause I had nothing else to do. No errands to run. No dishes to do. No laundry. And I certainly wasn’t rushing to go to the end of year assembly. 


I had plenty of time to sweep the poop. Re-bag the poop. Vacuum the floor and then sweep again. 

And so it begins; summer vacation.

I hope you have a great one.

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  1. I stepped in cat vomit this morning. My daughter demanded to know if it contained bird bones.

    • Homeschooling at it’s best. A teachable moment. And all that other craziness we dream about when our children as sweet, sleeping babes at our breast. Before they can possibly spill and leave little nugget of cat poop on your floor…

  2. Is it bad if I’m laughing? Sorry about the cat poop – yuck.

    • It’s always bad when you laugh at me…Just kidding…it’s laugh or cry, right?

  3. Yep, kids are awesome. My two 13 year old boys let me discover for myself that they broke a lamp table that had belonged to my grandparent when they were fighting over TV remote controls last night. And heaven forbid they pick up trash they drop next to the trash can, rather than inside the trash can.

    • Now see, wasn’t that sweet? Instead of coming to you, hat in hand, to apologize and make things right, they let you enjoy your own little surprise. Perhaps your children and mine are soulmates?

  4. My goodness . . . in addition to your baker’s dozen of kids you have kitties too? Supermom! Super-Supermom! We have guinea pigs, and when the boys swing around the garbage bag filled with piggie-poop I always fear a piรฑata situation myself . . .

    • We have to have cats. We live on acreage, in the woods, in an old house. Any time we don’t have cats, we get overrun by mice. I have only seen one mouse since we got our new kittens a few months ago, and that was was dead, in the cat’s mouth ๐Ÿ™‚

      • We have 7 cats, most are indoor and out door cats. I still saw a mouse in an upper kitchen cabinet last week. Cat could not leap that high?

        • I honestly think sometimes the mice get acclimated to cats…especially if the cats get tired of catching them.

  5. the Toddler Wrangler

    Oh I’m SO glad it was not a carpeted floor!

    • Oh, stop being so positive ๐Ÿ˜‰

      • the Toddler Wrangler

        Hahahahaha!! OK so the rest of my comment, which I did not get to write at the time because the baby awoke and needed midnight snack #47, was going to include the misadventure I had had the night that I read this.

        Cat leapt up onto the table, where we are eating dinner, and I notice something suspicious besmirching her tail and back. Uh-oh, thinks I, and steps out onto the patio to check for litterbox misses. I wandered the entire area and found nothing…until I went to step back inside. And then I planted my right foot, which was sockless, into the pile that was camouflaged on the entry mat. So I scrubbed my foot off and resumed dinner. UNTIL…

        A few minutes later I was in the kitchen, getting sippy cup refill #362, and I notice some…stuff…smeared ALL OVER the tile. And so I inspected my left foot, which was still socked, and my jeans hem, which was COVERED. And I had not noticed it before I tracked it all over the kitchen, and all over the CARPETED dining room.

        And that is why our family dinner was totally and thoroughly sidetracked. ‘Cause what toddler wants to actually EAT when they can stare wonderingly at mama dearest, down on her hands and knees, scrubbing the carpet with bleach wipes…sans pants? (The husband was smart enough to just hold the baby, feed the toddlers, and keep his comments to himself.)


        • Oh wow…sounds like normal life over here ๐Ÿ˜‰ AND it reminds me of The Mystery Poop we had a few years ago…

          • the Toddler Wrangler

            I don’t really want to know, do I?

            …ok, I clicked the link. Sounds like a fun weekend! (Mostly.) And you are way braver than I. You take your whole family camping–I haven’t even managed to go to the grocery store with all my kids yet. All four are in diapers though. And two may never get out.

            • Yeah, the mystery poop was really traumatizing…:( If we waited until all of our kids to get older before we camped, we’d have to be packing our walkers and Depends ๐Ÿ™‚ Also, it makes for a relatively cheap vacation…

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