Some mornings are just shittier than others...

I just wanted some fucking coffee.  I wanted to make some fucking coffee so I could sit and drink that fucking coffee, with perhaps, a little breakfast. Yes, some fucking coffee, some fucking breakfast, and some fucking kitties.  Kitties fucking everywhere.  They weren't fucking, but at least if they were doing that it would make a little sense. "No kitties. Skitter Skatter kitties. Stop trying to take each other's faces off, please. Let me drink my fucking coffee and eat my fucking breakfast and then we can talk later. Please, please, stop FIGHTING....The water is almost boiled....the coffee is almost ready...." Oh wait. I forgot to feed Sharky II.  Oh wait, why is there water dripping off the shelf now?  Oh shit, why is water now cascading down the kitchen cupboards and on my toast...let me pick the fishbowl up and set it down on the counter and find out what's going on. Oh wait, the bottom of the fishbowl just busted and my fish is flopping everywhere.  Oh wait, here come kitties to help me manage the situation. WATER'S BOILING.  Let me just....put....any one of these things down for one second. Fish in another bowl, check. Soggy, fish poopy toast thrown away, check. EVERY.SINGLE.DISH.TAKEN.OUT.OF.THE.CUPBOARD.AND.WASHED.CHECK. Counter cleaned off, check. Coffee being made, almost ready to start a new piece of toast.  But, NOOO..why would it be that easy?  CRASH. BOOM. SKITTER SKATTER. KITTTTTTIES!  Plants, rocks, plants, dirt, kitty litter, rocks, spiders, dust, rocks, rocks, dirt....everywhere. DAMN YOU SOMBRA. Kitties locked in separate rooms. Coffee made and poured. New toast made and eaten. Fish happy...a little dumb, but happy. Glass cleaned up...just have to deal with the dirt...

I had every intention of doing some housecleaning today...This is not what I had in mind.