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<\/span><\/div>\nSalaam Alaikum wa Rahmatullah<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/span><\/div>\nOkay, so, like the title says, the cats are cute. \u00a0They are friendly, fluffy, amusing, and all that, \u00a0But, boy, can they be a pain sometimes. \u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/span><\/div>\nI was awakened at oh-dark-thirty this morning by the sound of the two cats batting an empty water can back and forth along the hardwood floor in the hallway. \u00a0There was no ignoring it or sleeping through it; I tossed off my warm blanket and stepped out into the hall. \u00a0The wet hall. \u00a0It appears the water can was not empty when they first started playing with it. \u00a0I was next to the linen closet so I grabbed a towel to sop up the water, then went to put the can back in the bathroom. \u00a0More bad news. \u00a0The floor in there was wet as well, and the water had mixed in with stray bits of super-clumping cat litter that the cats had scattered from their litterbox. \u00a0Evidently, when that happens, the litter adheres to the bathroom floor kind of like cement. \u00a0Well, considering it was still the middle of the night, I just tossed another towel down and went back to bed. \u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/span><\/div>\nMy morning routine is always hectic. \u00a0No matter how well prepared I am, something happens to throw me off schedule. \u00a0A shoelace breaks, a sweater is lost, someone spills yogurt on his pants. \u00a0There were no major disasters but now I had to add floor scrubbing to the morning regimen. \u00a0I\u2019m always saying alhamdulillah that I have a small bathroom, so I was especially thankful today that I only had a small floor to scrub on my hands and knees. \u00a0Now the deed is done and my bathroom smells freshly of lemon-scented Pine Sol instead of, well, you know. \u00a0I can relax and enjoy my coffee before tackling the rest of the tax papers that are neatly laid out on a folding table in my living room. \u00a0I am woman, hear me roar! \u00a0I can juggle kids, breakfast, mischievous cats, and tax time all with one hand tied behind my back. \u00a0Okay, not really. \u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/span><\/div>\nOff now to check out Facebook, read the news, and then head to the kitchen to get a start on dinner. \u00a0Yes, it\u2019s 9:30 in the morning and I\u2019m starting dinner. \u00a0I\u2019m ordering pizza for the kids inshaAllah tonight, but I\u2019m also making kushari for us grownups. \u00a0May as well cook the lentils now so it\u2019s one less thing to do later. \u00a0And I cheated and got sweet onions \u2013 lower sulphur content means fewer tears \u2013 so I won\u2019t have to walk around with red eyes for half the day. \u00a0<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/span><\/div>\nJumuah Mubarak to all my Muslim brothers and sisters! \u00a0<\/span>
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