It’s been a little bit much this week. Just a bit. (Read: A LOT)
Jason has had a couple of doctor’s appointments, ER visits and a tankful of antibiotics that should kill just about any form of bacteria within a 2 foot radius.
Right as we got his dang hand under control, my mom, her boyfriend, me and my SIL all came down with strep throat. Every single one of us.
My sister? Kidney infection that landed her in the ER for an afternoon.
My brother? Bronchitis.
Two of my nephews? Double ear infections.
Other nephews? Ear infections and cold that are complicating asthma symptoms.
AJ? The stomach flu.
Kalina? Coming down with the cold.
My grandma? Well, her tooth just randomly fell out. Is that what happens when you’re 80? Your front tooth just decides to give up the ghost one day and you’re left looking like a hillbilly senior citizen?
Plus, I had taken on a whole bunch of work (read: $$$$$$ that is much needed), so I was basically stuck wanting to fall into a coma for a week but had to resist, going on very little sleep since Saturday night.
I can’t tell you what a relief it is to be on THIS side of the madness.
We’re all starting to mend now. Kalina is bring up the rear with her cold, but I can handle ONE person suffering. I can’t handle my entire village doing it though.
I’ve also been mentally preparing myself for Monday when we will be taking in two cats and a dog for seven weeks.
Now, I’m an animal lover. We have two dogs and a hamster. They’re lovely and add so much to our lives.
And when a neighbor from our old house came to us in need we agreed because it was the right thing to do. Yes to two cats and a dog for seven weeks in our house.
Except now she calls me constantly with all these rules for her animals. The cats need their own water bowls and won’t share with the dogs or each other. The cats might have accidents around the house. As will the dog. But it’s okay in her mind because their poop is so small! (WHAT????)
Her dog refuses a kennel, even though both of our animals are provided with their own space by having a kennel to call their own — as recommended to us by vets and trainers alike! But she insists her dog can’t handle that kind of stress. She says to put him outside instead if that’s the case. And if we leave? He’ll roam the house. But he might get into the trash. Or poop on the floor. Or pee. Or tear up things. But that’s okay. It’s her dog, and he is so cute.
Oh, and her dog eats from her plate. And the cats? Eat from her dining room table.
Then she starts telling me all these weird rules, as if I would ever do something so crazy with them. Don’t feed them this or that.
I mentioned I wouldn’t have room for her gallon-size water pitcher that she keeps in her fridge so that her animals think they’re drinking from a cold-water spring because we have two (sometimes four) kids in the house, plus us, and we have a smallish fridge. And we keep milk and —
And that was it. I didn’t get any further. She stopped me in my tracks. “DON’T FEED THE ANIMALS MILK!”
Did I freaking SAY I was going to feed the animals milk? It’s for the kids, for goodness sakes! MY KIDS! That live here! My human kids! They drink milk!
She says, “Well, I only drink soy.”
That’s all well and good, lady, but what does that have to do with my kids and the space I have in my fridge for cat water? Water that would be better off coming fresh out of the tap? And by the way? Soy isn’t all that it’s cracked up to be because soy gives me massive headaches. So there!
“Oh, well, it doesn’t do that for me.”
Again. Why? How is this relevant to the conversation of refrigerator space? Or what to feed or not feed animals?
And as if that’s not bad enough, she has all these plans of what we’ll have to do for her when she gets out of surgery. Taking her to get her mail and help her get her conditional license from the DMV because she lost it for driving without insurance and got into an accident. Returning her library books.
Lady, we’re doing this as a favor. Because we want to be nice. Because it’s the right thing to do. You’re making me dread every single phone call and “favor” you are asking of us.
So that? Is what we’ve been up to.
Ready for some sleep now!!