WTF . . .
were my mom and I thinking taking the kids (nephew - 7, Boy - 7, and Girl - 3) to the children's museum during spring break? O. M. G. Never again. Absolute chaos. We lost Girl several times; one time she was missing for 15 minutes before we found her. She's small and very, very fast. It was loud, noisy, and very crowded. Really, what were we thinking?
were we thinking trying to take the kids to lunch at a chain restaurant best known as a breakfast place? It was so smoky (stale and fresh) in the non-smoking section that we couldn't stand it. We had to leave. We should have known better than to even try that place.
was I thinking having my nephew stay with me for a while during spring break? Yes, it was a nice thing to do for my sister who is going to school full-time since her company closed last fall leaving her unemployed. Yes, it is nice for the kids to spend some time together. But what about MY SANITY? I adore the kid, but if my nephew answers "pickle juice" to one more question, I may kill him. I have taught him this though - I know my sister will thank me: Guess what? What? Chicken butt.
am I going to do on my own starting in two weeks? How will I manage the kids alone? How will I get this house ready to sell? Will it even sell in this market? It's too much for me to keep up with though, so I have to sell it, whether I join my husband in South Carolina or not. It's an old house and needs constant upkeep that I'm just not prepared to take on alone. I need something a little more "low maintenance."
am I going to do about my crazy cat? She is truly mentally ill. The vet even said so. B is a nervous, jumpy, 10-year-old scaredy-cat. She used to spend 95% of her time in my bedroom, under the bed or in the closet. Then she found a place she likes even better. She lives in a 4' x 6' rabbit pen in my basement (2x4s and chicken wire). The top is open and she could jump out anytime she chooses. She chooses to not leave. I take her out (to brush her, pet her) and she fights to go back. She has a litter box, food & water, and a cardboard box that she uses as a bed. She seems to think she is safe in her pen. Safe from the children she despises, the other people she hates (anyone but me), and the other pets of whom she is frightened. The vet put her on Prozac, but she just freaked out when we tried to give her the meds. We gave up after a few weeks. If we try to take her, I think'll she have such a panic attack that she won't survive. If anyone else would take her (I can't imagine anyone wanting such a cat), she would likely have the same panic attack because I'm the only person she's ever been able to tolerate; also when she's unhappy she will pee on everything in sight - beds, couches, floors, EVERYTHING. I've talked about it with lots of people, but keep coming back to the same solution: I'm going to have to have her put down. I cry every time I think about it, but I just don't know what else to do. She won't be happy with anything else.
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
WTF Wednesday!
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Oh, it brings a tear to my eye when you speak of your crazy cat... I, too, had one of mine who grew steadily more neurotic until she also completely lost her sanity after she was traumatized by being lost outdoors for a while, then we completely ruined her life by adding another kitten to the household!
But unfortunately she had no safe space whatsoever, she was frantic & miserable until I finally put her out of her misery once & for all...
It's never an easy decision.
Ditto here, too. I had two sister cats--one had lots of personality and the other was quiet. Eventually the quiet one became more and more strange--ruining carpeting, wouldn't leave the basement, etc. I finally had to have her put down. I thought the sister cat would miss her, but she never even seemed to notice.
Back in the days when we only had 3 kids, Molly's sister came for a visit, with her own 4 kids, and we took them to the kids' science museum. Had a great time, actually. We rounded the kids up before we left, counted noses, and got in the car.
Unbeknownst to us, 2F, who was something like 4 at the time, ran off for a last-minute pit-stop after the nose-count, while everyone else was getting into the car. We got home, and maybe 20 minutes later, it finally dawned on us, "Where's 2F?" At that instant, the phone rings, and it's a very concerned-sounding woman calling from the museum. She put 2F on the line, and she said, in the most mournful, pathetic, 4-year-old-left-at-the-museum voice you could imagine, "Did you forget me?"
I mean, what do say to that? "Well, um, yeah, we did" ??? I don't think we scarred her for life, but she does still remember that day. . .
Oh, and 'Chicken butt'. . . oh, how well I know that one. You really don't like your sister, do you?
And in case you hadn't heard the whole range of 'chicken' sayings:
Guess why? Chicken thigh
Guess where? Chicken hair
Guess who? Chicken poo
No extra charge for those. . .
(((your sanities))) I hear ya on the spring break thing. LOL I lucked out in that my mom surprised me by calling to take LP for the entire week. BOOYAH!
I'm sorry about your cat. That is really difficult. *hugs*
I've had to put two cats down and it was very difficult. In the long run, however, it's the best decision for everyone. It actually sounds like the cat is truly suffering now, it's almost as if you'd be doing her a favor. Good luck.
i was gonna say the same thing. about your cat. gawd, that sux about her panic attacks and all that. ; ( its awful when its your pet. i cannot even imagine.
and yikes about your chaos at the museum. not so fun @ all. ; (
sounds like ya got a whole lotta stuff on your plate. hang in there. ((hugs))
and oh yah.
pickle juice. ; ) LOL
kids are sumthin else, some days, huh?! uh huh..... yah ; )
If anything I totally understand the feeling of alone... and the whole thought process which aches and blesses in your mind.
On the cat ... I am sorry... no good words for this .. just lots and lots of hugs ((((bunny))))
Kids can be a lot of work to haul around eh? Sorry about your cat, the poor thing.
whenever my friends have a new kid when they're just on the verge of talking I start saying "Monkey Butt". I always thought it was funny. The husband of the couple always thought it was funny and the wife would smile at me, but there was that look in her eye....
Then one time, the first words out of one of the new kids mouth was
MONKEY BUTT!
Of course it WOULD be the mother who had no problem with taking me out in the back alley and beating me within an inch of my life. They were big on recording (written) every milestone of their child's development.
Tee Hee!
I hear you about the kids and the museum. That is yet another reason why my wife and I stopped with two kids. That way they can't outnumber us!
It isn't your fault for losing girl, there were simply more of them than there were of you!
hang in there. it ain't easy is it?
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