Yesterday was an awesome day, and by awesome I mean really supremely bad. It started out great with the girls getting up and ready for school and on the bus without any problems. I’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop all week since I haven’t had bacon for Princess Gracie, especially since she was adamantly against going back to school after the misery of being out of power and out of school all last week from good old Nor’Easter Alfred. I took advantage of the soothing and calming properties of chamomile tea since she loves the stuff. I had a nice piping hot mug ready for her every morning.
It was gorgeous weather all week, sunny and in the 60’s. Simply beautiful and perfect for people like me.
Then yesterday there was rain. I woke up with a headache and body aches and then had a joyous time in the dentist chair. I’m happy to report no cavities, but damn I’ll never enjoy sharp objects in my mouth cutting up my gums. The chair and keeping my mouth open just made the aches and headache worse. Wah. Pain always makes the day difficult and long, but it was really tough yesterday.
My washing machine is a brat and doesn’t like to fill up when on the hot water setting. Lord knows why. So the bath towels and sheets weren’t washed when they were supposed to be because I didn’t notice this deficit in my washing machine until nearly bed time which meant no early bed for Mommy.
We lost power again for several hours mid-day, and when the girls got home from school they cried because of it. Gracie wants to get rid of all the trees in the world so that wind and storms can’t make the branches and trees fall on power lines any more. We can’t have power outages disrupting her video gaming, after all. Actually, it’s quite stressful for her because of her sensory problems and need for sticking to routines. When her anxieties are increased, her sensory problems increase probably due to heightened perceptions and heightened needs. She anticipated the worst, as did all of the girls, when seeing that the power was out.
After getting power back on, we had to run to the store to pick up bread in the rain and half the town still didn’t have power and it was quite disconcerting driving in town in the dark. With a headache. And wet shoes.
The nearly-empty kitchen sink that only had one dish and one glass, two forks and a spoon somehow got together and mated like rabbits creating an extended family of Overflowing Sink Stuff. The bathrooms both look like a bomb went off. My freshly scrubbed Murphy’s Oil Soaped floors that I broke my back over are already sticky, grubby, and dull. Shoes are cluttering my front door. WTF Family??? I had a clean house! Clean I tell you!
I get nice snuggly cats who can tell I don’t feel well. They act as if they can take care of me, and that’s wonderful. But they’re being caddy bytches to each other for some reason and Daisy is missing a patch of fur over her right temple. It’s noticeable because she has white fur with really pink skin. So Daisy starts acting needy on top of being affectionate. At least she seems to remember her own name again.
But you know, that doesn’t even top my day. Luna, the smart cat, seems to have forgotten how to clean her own ass and has Crusty Butt. I gave her every chance and even tried to her help her clean it. ::sigh:: Does that count as cat hair art? But with freshly washed sheets there was no way she was getting on my bed again, nor the couches, nor anywhere else. She tolerated the procedure so at least I didn’t get my face torn off. But yea, the topper for my crappy day was to shave my cat’s ass before going to bed just in case you didn’t quite get what I was talking about.
You’d better bet I had ice-cream before bed to make the medicine go down.
- Cats Are Not Great Helpers (littlefallofrain.wordpress.com)
- Lost Power = Lost Memory? (littlefallofrain.wordpress.com)