Seriously, how much more can I take?
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|Sun, 05-04-2008 - 9:50am|
This is my own little rant, no need to respond.
OK, I am tired today. The last couple of days I have felt pretty good. But today I am tired. MIL comes this evening, and I have a friend stopping be for a few hours this afternoon (she called yesterday and is going to be in the area today- she lives in WV.) So I need to clean the house, which is a wreck.
Now all of this I can handle more or less. Here is where things explode. I had to move the litter boxes out of the room they have been in for 2.5 years. I moved them to a window seat that we unusually just store random items on. Zed, my diabetic PITA, apparently couldn't get on the seat, due to the steps I created being blocked (by DH.) So she procedes to go to the bathroom everywhere else. At least I am assuming it is her. So far I have found a urine soaked bathmat, a urine soaked Dora couch that is Bella's and poop on the floor where the boxes used to be.
Now I am having to clean, and look for pee/poop. DH is already frustrated with the cats and made the comment last night. So I was terrified to tell him what is going on. Luckily my hormones are completely out of whack so I sobbed and he understood. (Or at least he played the good husband and acted like he was ok with everything.)
So now I am going to go and work on cleaning and be on pee pee patrol. I will check in again before my nap.