Meh
Man I'm exhausted. Work has been hectic, the baby has been regularly kicking me in the head all night, the pets are stressing me out, and I haven't had a real break since Christmas.
For some reason I'm not homicidal (though somewhat more cranky). Guess my "deal with it" ability has gone up. I'm sure She Who Must Be Obeyed is appreciative of this. But man, what a year this has been so far:
* Big dog Kira got "acute pancreatitis". Thirty-five hundred dollars later, she got better. Ugg.
* The cat has had about four rounds of bloodwork. They still don't know what the hell is wrong with her other than "thyroid is too high", but it involves a lot of yowling in the wee hours, little puddles of yuck to step in, and peeing on the bathroom rug at every opportunity. The cat, if nothing else, is ticking my "homicide" button.
* Little dog Beckett has cancer, currently in the form of a bone tumor in his skull. Given where he is and how old he is, we're just going to let that one do what it will and make sure he stays comfortable. Oh, and getting that diagnosis cost about a grand.
* Have hit 60 hours a week a couple of times in recent months. Thought those days were behind me, but our product needs have thought otherwise.
On the other hand, the yard is almost done and it looks fabulous -- will post pictures soon. If we're lucky my uncle the architect will figure out some working plans for us to convert most of the downstairs into more living space, which will make living here more comfortable. I pray we can actually afford to do the work. I would like to get my computer out of the garage. My computer that really needs to be replaced anyway. Boy I hope Ratatouille makes bank in the theaters -- a big bonus would be really nice...
For some reason I'm not homicidal (though somewhat more cranky). Guess my "deal with it" ability has gone up. I'm sure She Who Must Be Obeyed is appreciative of this. But man, what a year this has been so far:
* Big dog Kira got "acute pancreatitis". Thirty-five hundred dollars later, she got better. Ugg.
* The cat has had about four rounds of bloodwork. They still don't know what the hell is wrong with her other than "thyroid is too high", but it involves a lot of yowling in the wee hours, little puddles of yuck to step in, and peeing on the bathroom rug at every opportunity. The cat, if nothing else, is ticking my "homicide" button.
* Little dog Beckett has cancer, currently in the form of a bone tumor in his skull. Given where he is and how old he is, we're just going to let that one do what it will and make sure he stays comfortable. Oh, and getting that diagnosis cost about a grand.
* Have hit 60 hours a week a couple of times in recent months. Thought those days were behind me, but our product needs have thought otherwise.
On the other hand, the yard is almost done and it looks fabulous -- will post pictures soon. If we're lucky my uncle the architect will figure out some working plans for us to convert most of the downstairs into more living space, which will make living here more comfortable. I pray we can actually afford to do the work. I would like to get my computer out of the garage. My computer that really needs to be replaced anyway. Boy I hope Ratatouille makes bank in the theaters -- a big bonus would be really nice...