Whoopsie! Bad Mama

Last night I got home rather late after being at a training all day then meeting a friend for dinner. The cats were off the wall, so I let them run up and down the hallway like a stampede of wildebeest. When they got bored of that, Gussie barged in on my downstairs neighbors, requiring a quick extraction and apology. Then I tried to answer some work emails but they were both acting like such pests, with their howling and attempting to eat my desk chair, I couldn't complete a thought. Figuring they needed more attention, I started hurling around the fuzzy mice, which are now all missing their eyes, ears, noses and tails (I watched Josephine chew off and consume one such tail a few days ago.) After about five minutes of this, they seemed tired but still agitated and I finally saw why: no food.

And this is why women shouldn't work outside of the home. Because you forget to feed your children.