This Housewife needs a break

So I'm not entirely a housewife. I have a job working from home and I bring in a paycheck. My Mother does however still consider me one. I have an office that occupies the 'bonus room' over the garage of our current home, of which, when I opened the door earlier this morning to 'head to work,' I was greeted with the pungent smell of cat. Ugh. Last night Paige was shut upstairs after an evening of house searching on the computer and assurance before bed that both cats were accounted for and downstairs. When I awoke around 1 AM, Duke was extremely vocal and while in the kitchen for some water I heard her meowing. She's hidden in closets for hours before but I guess this time was different. Totally different. I handled the poop very well, it's not runny after all, but the urine all over my new computer bag was beyond acceptable. Carpet cleaner, vinegar, and baking soda was found in the pantry. Scrubbing occurred. Fans were focused on the wet carpet. I was again reminded how much I prefer dogs to cats.

Yesterday, the Captain and I had lunch at Firehouse Subs, and it was delicious. Unfortunately I saw this:

Oh dear reader, it's a sign. 

*hint*The Captain and I were married there. After we got engaged there. After The Family K had vacationed there*hint*

I could really use some beach, somewhere.  I'd settle for a poolside escape with a bottomless beverage. How did June always keep the perfect smile, though her toes must have hurt in heels all day. 

Laundry and ironing is caught up. Animals are happy. The Captain is at work with a lunch I made with love this morning. House is swept. Beds made. Dishes done. Trash by the curb. Meat thawing for dinner. Deep breath. Life is good. 

Cheers!