Worst.Mother.Ever.

That'd be me - in case you were wondering.

What did I do to deserve the title? Just in the past week alone I:

• woke up early last Saturday and used The Horrible Noise Machine for an hour (for you non-felines, that means I vacuumed);
  
• left The Gang alone for six days with only a short daily visit from the sitter;
• scheduled The Boys for a visit to the vet, which entailed a 30-minute fight with Francis (he really didn't want to get into the carrier);
• spent more time yesterday sleeping and getting caught up than serving my Feline Masters;
• and (today) put Greta in a carrier so she could return to her life in Brooklyn.
  

The question is, can I redeem myself?