I had a fantabulous lunch of sushi and all the fixins today. I took my niece, Bekah (Aka”Beekie”) out for her 21st birthday. It was a lovely time, although neither of us were very talkative due to exhaustion. Her from her first baby, Fiona, and me from House Suck.
Mainly, I sat freaking out that the baby in this photo was going to fall and be seriously injured. Her mom let her sit like this the ENTIRE meal. This is about the most stable she looked the whole time. Mostly she was standing up, wobbling all over the high chair and almost falling several times. Her mom managed to grab her (Barely) and then let her go back to sitting like that. I was a frazzled mess by the end of lunch. I caught the eye of the other woman at the table and she could see my anxiety, but gave me a “Oh, BRING IT ON, BITCH” look.
I just wasn’t up for a fight. I suppose if they want that kid to be a paraplegic, it is their issue. Makes me bitter and mad, but there it is.
There was a bit of high drama at home tonight. An Animal Control officer came by to inquire about “Robber”, the very friendly and fat cat that my kids have been feeding and “Herding” for a month.
I told him that I had tried to find him a spot at the non-destructive shelter, but that they were full. He told me that they never destroy healthy cats (Even ferrel) and that this cat would be adopted out for certain because he is so obviously a pet. He told me that the reason he stopped is that the cat fit a “Lost Cat” report they had come in. I really hope this cat belongs to someone. He is a sweetie.
I was very relieved and happy that he would be taken somewhere warm.
My children had a nervous breakdown.
They are just broken-hearted about it and it is a difficult thing to watch as a mom. Especially because I remember having the same tender feelings about pets as a kid. I really feel for them. They don’t understand that I promised Jon we would only have ONE cat and that no, I can’t just trade in Wilbur for Robber just because they like Robber more. Ok, I have to admit, there was a moment where not having to watch and hear freaky animal love from my ho of a cat WAS tempting…
To make amends, I managed to make a really tasty dinner (biscuits smothered with chicken and dumplings, green beans, and a big glass of lemonade). This was no small task given the fact that I can barely move in my house, let alone cook! I even BAKED because after a YEAR of my oven being broken I GOT IT FIXED TODAY.
HALLELUJAH, PRAISE BETTY CROCKER!
My Giant Chunky Chocolate Cupcakes went a long way in mending the tears and sad feelings. Sucks for my waistline, though!