wee mishaps

 
Sooo...

     This morning I awoke to Explorer Kitty snuggled up on my bed beside me, looking adorable (Alec got a kitten for his birthday)(said kitten, over the course of two weeks, has gone from adorable, fuzzy, helpless newborn to ankle-biting savage with dilated pupils and teenage attitude). Upon seeing me stir, she stood up, peed all over the down comforter, hopped down, and went on with her day.

     We are in the very nascent stages of a kitchen remodel (okay, really a facelift...just covering up the turquoise linoleum countertops and the linoleum parquet floors and the fifty-year-old wallpaper with somewhat spiffier materials), and the guys were coming in to scrape and patch and paint today, which meant that, after the necessary laundry was done, the boys and I were more or less evicted from the house for most of the day. So we ran errands, we went to the library, we splashed in the river, we ran more errands, and at last we needed a bathroom break. We are terribly fond of all crowding into a single stall during public restroom forays, and we are not discouraged if the handicapped stall is not available; we see no problem with cramming all four of us into a regular stall that is hardly big enough for one adult to turn around inside. It was during such cramming, when at least two of us were actively peeing and one more was preparing to do so, that a lapse in attention occurred at a crucial moment, resulting in an unfortunate ricochet. Mind you, reader, at this point we are not even in our hometown. We are nearly ten miles from our clean laundry, and now several of us are either crying or giggling because so-and-so peed on so-and-so, who does not think it is funny and no longer wishes to wear his shorts. So I get us all packed back into the minivan, some without shorts and some showing at least a little remorse.  For the short-term solution, we go back to the river and soak our shorts, and that seems to distract from the immediate crisis.

    I am choosing to focus on the fact that tomorrow is another day, and I'm not going to think too hard about what kind of a message the universe may or may not be trying to send.