So its after midnight on Father's Day. Tomorrow is Donny's first day of Waldorf Summer camp and I literally had to hold him down to get him to go to sleep. He was all wound up after a good Father's Day celebration with Grammy and Grandpop, plus there is also the fact that tomorrow we are getting a kitten.
A Kitten.
What the hell was I thinking?
We have been catless for well over a year and when I heard 9 kittens were being fostered in the neighborhood, I jumped on the bandwagon. Now I'm all nervous that its not the right time, the kitten will grow long fur, Donny and Mike will break out in hives, etc. etc. etc.
Oh--and lets not forget how fun fur is in July. Which is fast approaching.
But all that being said, I think Donny and I are both excited and nervous about the big events tomorrow. He could'nt sleep and I can't stop with the Worst Case Scenarios. We will both feel better in the morning.
I think we are naming the kitten Myrtle. Stay tuned.
