This is the post where I complain. So if you’re not into it, take off now. Or, join me. Because misery loves company. Except when it doesn’t.
A few things have been making me feel like I might fly into a murderous rage.
Thing number one:
What’s this, you say? Oh, a pile of cat shit. Again. Last year, after I had Emil (I had to wait until I was no longer pregnant so I didn’t risk contracting toxoplasmosis), I dug all the dirt out of our side garden because it smelled like cat urine and feces from the neighborhood cats. Then I spent a ridiculous amount of time adding new dirt and 8 new boxwoods to this area, as well as spraying it with an eco-friendly cat repellant twice daily in order to break them of the habit. It worked for a while. But only when I saturated the area with the repellant. This got expensive, so we stopped buying the repellant. And sure enough, the damn cat (s?) came back. And now, every two days, I have a pile of cat crap to pick up on top of the dog poop from our own dog and all the tushie-wiping I have to do on a daily basis.
But the mind-blowing part?
THIS is the sign that I have to walk past every day, which just so happens to be in the cat-owner’s yard who comes over and uses our garden as a litter box (and the only cat I have actually watched poop in our garden):
It says, “Be a good neighbor, pick up after your pet.”
I couldn’t make this stuff up.
Oh, and yes. These neighbors actually know about their cat doing this. They have apologized, but have not taken any steps to rectify the situation. What would you do?
Thing number two:
The sleep situation around here. Sheer torture. I will not go into every detail suffice to say that these kids don’t sleep. Not naps. Up at 5:30am. Up several times throughout the night. The result is an exhaustion I cannot begin to explain. My eyes are dropping shut at 7:30pm every night, and so I would otherwise just go to bed. But someone is always up. Needing something, crying something. It makes me crazy beyond comprehension. Oh, and I have a constant headache from lack of sleep. Andrew is going out of town for three days this weekend. So I have decided to duct tape all three kids into their beds for a few hours for some real shut-eye. Is that frowned upon?
Okay. Those are my top two. That’s all. Good night. Ahahahahaha! Just kidding!!!