8-24-11

I spent most of the summer in Switzerland, helping my brother with his kids.
It was a much, much, much needed retreat for my oh so beaten psyche.

I never wanted to come home where the dirty socks live.
But now that I am, it's back to reality with a vengeance..yes, vengeance.

Life has thrown so much crap at me since I've been back, it's like some"one" is angry that I had the gall to try and take a break.

An extremely sick cat (surgery needed), a house smelling of cat pee, fleas, a broken tooth, a broken dryer, a broken water pipe, the major financial cost behind all of it--stress...stress....stress: all in the first week back

Welcome phuckin' home.

It stinks here....literally and figuratively.

Cat pee...well, unless you have dealt with it, you can't possibly understand. Our beloved Derek had a urinary tract blockage and after over a week in the hospital trying other stuff, ended up having to have a surgery in which they re-routed his urinary tract.

Now we're (mostly I) am dealing with antibiotics and this cone on his head for 14 days (!) so he won't tear out his stitches and he's miserable...trying to groom, and not being able to because of the cone. I'm miserable because he can't make it to the litter box all of the time and the house smells horrible no matter what I do and now we're going to have to replace the carpet and I don't know where that money is going to come from and and and....

I think his incision might be infected and we don't have One. More. Cent. to spend on him. We've already spent way more then we should have, using money set aside to pay taxes at the end of the year. We're gonna have to eat rice and beans for a long time to replace those funds!

Question-Why do I always come here to moan and groan?
Answer- So I don't have to do it in person to anyone else.

As of last month, DH is working out of our home, traveling a couple days a week. His work considers working at home a perk. I do not agree. We do not have an extra room, so his office is our family room. Apparently, he can't work if there is ANY noise in the house, so boychild and I have to tiptoe around. DH bitches at us a lot anyway. Wisely, boychild will take off with friends for most of the day, and I am stuck inventing errands to run to get outta dodge.

When he is out of town, we relax and the house is calm. A hellofa way to live. A hellofa thing to come home to after the serenity of Switzerland.

At least boychild gets to go back to school in a few weeks. I'm going to have to figure out something to do to get out of the house on a regular basis. Otherwise, my marriage may not survive this new job classification.

Okay, now after all of that complaining, I am going to say that I know how lucky we are that he HAS a decent job and that we CAN pay our bills, even if there is very little left over. I KNOW that things could be sooooo much worse. Please don't think I am not grateful for what we have....I am, I am, I am!

DH is a hard worker and runs an national division out of our family room, but jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze...it's tough on his family right now.

We/I just have to figure out how to adjust to this new phase of our life, so it stops disrupting OUR lives like it is now. We're not doing a very good job of it right now.

Alright, I have to go and find someone to fix our 11 year old dryer, cheaply, now... Phuck.