*sigh*
I can't seem to find the words I want now that I'm updating this journal. I'm depressed. I have no idea why I should be feeling this way. I have a wonderful husband and a brilliant infant. Life is good. Or at least I thought it was.
I can't stop thinking about the fact that I had to give up my two dogs when I moved up to Washington. I loved those two dogs more than anything. Sure they were a lot of work and full of energy but they were my babies. I'm glad to know that at least they live with my mom and she takes better care of them than I ever could have. They have acres and acres of land to roam on, cows to chase, and tons of places to explore. I still miss them all the time.
This comes to my mind a lot lately. I gave up my babies because I truely believed I would get them back as soon as we found a house up here. Not so. They are no longer mine and a small piece of my heart broke.
After we moved in to our house I adopted Gary. He's the worlds coolest cat, but he's a littly onry. He chases my husbands cat and keeps her from using the litter box and eating. Recently the Tess has taken to using our house as a litter box. So far she has ruined our spare bedroom, which means I can't invite my mom to come and stay with us because of the smell and my embaressment. I asked my husband to get rid of the cat. Nothing. Things seemed to have gotten better but then again I had to clean up poop off the floor downstairs. Great now she's ruining another room of our house. I ask again to get rid of the cat. Nothing. Now there is a litter box in our spare bathroom. Great another room I can't use cause there is litter all over the place.
I feel like I'm slowly being forced out of every room of the house. I feel like I don't matter. I feel like crap. I'm afraid this situation is going to ruin my marriage. Tom isn't doing anything to rid the house of this smell. I tried to use Natures Miracle on the spare room, but she peed in so many places that I think the only solution is to replace the flooring. I'm not going to waste the money on that just to have it get ruined again. I can't even stand the sight of this cat. What do I do?
I can't stop thinking about the fact that I had to give up my two dogs when I moved up to Washington. I loved those two dogs more than anything. Sure they were a lot of work and full of energy but they were my babies. I'm glad to know that at least they live with my mom and she takes better care of them than I ever could have. They have acres and acres of land to roam on, cows to chase, and tons of places to explore. I still miss them all the time.
This comes to my mind a lot lately. I gave up my babies because I truely believed I would get them back as soon as we found a house up here. Not so. They are no longer mine and a small piece of my heart broke.
After we moved in to our house I adopted Gary. He's the worlds coolest cat, but he's a littly onry. He chases my husbands cat and keeps her from using the litter box and eating. Recently the Tess has taken to using our house as a litter box. So far she has ruined our spare bedroom, which means I can't invite my mom to come and stay with us because of the smell and my embaressment. I asked my husband to get rid of the cat. Nothing. Things seemed to have gotten better but then again I had to clean up poop off the floor downstairs. Great now she's ruining another room of our house. I ask again to get rid of the cat. Nothing. Now there is a litter box in our spare bathroom. Great another room I can't use cause there is litter all over the place.
I feel like I'm slowly being forced out of every room of the house. I feel like I don't matter. I feel like crap. I'm afraid this situation is going to ruin my marriage. Tom isn't doing anything to rid the house of this smell. I tried to use Natures Miracle on the spare room, but she peed in so many places that I think the only solution is to replace the flooring. I'm not going to waste the money on that just to have it get ruined again. I can't even stand the sight of this cat. What do I do?