Ah, the week that would not quit. Someone stop the merry-go-round before I heave.
Thanks for talking me off the ledge with all your kind comments, corny jokes and Youtube clips yesterday. I’m channeling my inner Gloria Gaynor and declaring that I will survive…as soon as I get past the pickle on the crud sandwich that is Baby A coming down with a wicked case of strep.
Yep, that altered my plans to surreptitiously have the cat put down while the boys were at school.
And yes, we’re adding that little incident to the list of things to discuss with his therapist when he’s older.
I actually had to take the child with me to the vet for our final goodbye.
Oh, that was fun.
I tried the old “Honey, I think you might be a little contagious. Just stay in the car while I run in and talk to the sweet vet about what might be wrong with Simba. We’ll just leave him there and see what they can do for him.”
Yeah, that didn’t work.
Squash Blossom remembered the treasure chest of goodies behind the front desk from the last time we were there, and he wasn’t going to be sequestered when possible loot was to be had. Before you gasp in that horrified “Oh no she di’nt” sort of way, I didn’t take him back with me into the death chamber exam room. No, I left him in the lobby with inappropriate videos he could watch on my iPhone.
And now I’m sure we’ve infected half the front office staff while he waited for me. But considering we are now petless, I guess that technically doesn’t make them our vet anymore. Which relieves a little tiny bit of guilt.
Oh, and we have ringworm. For the sixteen thousandth time with the same kid who is a MAGNET for every thing going around his classroom.
Gives me the heebie jeebies.
As I’m sure it does you.
But I’m already having a better day today than the mom that had to get out of the car this morning at carpool in her blue plaid pajama bottoms, cut-off sleep shirt and pink hair while her kid was throwing a hissy fit on the sidewalk.
Yeah, things started looking up for me about then.
Have a nice day.