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MoMo (one of my many cats) scratches the door wanting out (litter box is outside). first, i tempted him a few times by cuddling, "MoMo come here.. you don't want out.. no you don't" ::pets momo::. two seconds later he is back at the door wanting out.. ugh.  i struggled to get up from the couch. i open the door and instead of appreciating the fact i opened the door for him, he just sits there staring at it.. i tried coaxing him out since i did not just spend 5minutes trying to get up from the couch for nothing, so i try to bend down to pick him up to put him outside. (no way in hell i am going to close the door, sit back down on the couch only to have him beg again) and can you believe it! the cat has the nerve to run away from me. i follow him.. pick him up. take him back to the (still open, letting very cold winter air in) door and stick him RIGHT in front of the opening. a second later he turns right back around and runs under the dining room table. once again, i follow, lift MoMo out from underneath the table. which required me to get on all fours and figure out a clever way to get back up with a squirmy cat in my hands. (not easy or fun). i PLACED him outside and quickly shut the door. he looks at me for a few seconds and demands to be let back in.

HA! don't think so. he's spending at least 10mins out there. that's how long it's going to take for me to get my energy back. darn cat!

david and i went to the southlake town center last night for their annual christmas lighting.. it's our fourth year.. it was so much fun! david was willing to let me spend some money on my favorite store, williams-sonoma. i walked around the store, grabbed a few items and decided at the very last moment that i didn't really want to spend any money and left. the store was way toooo hot or maybe i was overdressed, since it was chilly last night. but i couldn't stand being in that hot stuffy store. my brain was all scrambled. i felt uncomfortable and blah. i couldn't believe it. i had money to spend in a store i can never say no to and i left empty handed! ::blank stare::.

i also understand why babies cry when they are overstimulated. i was exhausted last night. i had a very productive day. for once i finished all my chores and still had energy to go out and have fun and run some errands.  but around 10pm, i was fighting for my eyes to stay open. i figured i would have no trouble falling right to sleep. wrong! i was overstimulated. i could not relax. i was SO TIRED. my body begged for sleep and nothing i did seem to help me relax. it was extremely aggravating/annoying/overwhelming. around midnight i was able to (finally) fall asleep and got some great shut eye. but this morning i was thinking back to how horrible i felt last night, trying to get to sleep. when it hit me that this is probably what it feels like for a baby who has been overstimulated. no wonder they scream bloody murder! :o/

today i will be washing something of ashtons! his amby bed! it will be the first item that gets washed. it has to air dry and since david begged me to go with him to his grandparents this afternoon and watch him play the piano, i figure it was a perfect time to air dry the amby bed without me feeling like it is in the way. i still haven't started sewing. i was going to yesterday in between chores and the christmas lighting fun. but that didn't pan out like i wanted it to. my goal is to at least get the curtain and cat scratching things for our bed made today. they are easy projects. or i hope will be easy.