A woman who is convinced that she deserves to accept only the best challenges herself to give the best. Then she is living phenomenally. -Maya Angelou
While I do try to not let the little things shake me, numerous little things adding up will. It is after 10:00 and I have nothing accomplished. Coming off a productive day yesterday, my bed, that is usually made first thing, is not made. My kitchen is covered in tuna fish and I am still in my pjs and the yard guy has showed up.
1. Toonces is responsible for giving Lilly her meds unless he has an early day like today. Imagine my surprise that there is 1 pill left in her liver medication box. 1 pill and I was just at the vets office yesterday. Every month he lets her run out and then says can you go to the vets and pick up some Denosyl. Last time we had to drive to Tate's on a Sunday to borrow some until we could get to the vet. I would just think, Toonces, that yesterday morning when getting out her pill you would say "Please get some more Denosyl today when you take the cats."
2. I used all the skim milk to dabble over the pups dry puppy chow so they would stay out of Lilly's food....walked right in the house looked at my cereal bowl on the table and thought "Crap". The organic mangoes I bought to be healthy and that I had looked forward to having this morning was just another illusion. They are in a jar and of course I couldn't get the stupid thing open no matter how hard I banged the bottom, ran water over the top, whatever. Of course Toonces was gone so no man gos for Rollie.
3. It doesn't help that I am de-toxing this week and have had no caffeine, no alcohol, no Motrin...only 2 Allegra that I just couldn't go without.
4. Joy of all joys the cat's tapeworm pills. Why do they make those in pills? I have a hard enough time give meds in a dropper to Darius. The vet said crush it up and give it to him in his favorite cat ham. Well his cat ham is in slices so I couldn't see that working. I got the hammer out and crushed up Darius's 2 and Calista's 1 1/2 yellow pill. I opened a can of tuna and they came running. I mixed the crushed pills in the tuna. I sat them on opposite ends of the kitchen. What happens? Those with cats know what happens....not a damn thing...that's what happens. They are cats and if I hadn't of been in sleepy mode this morning I would have thought of this and stuck the stupid pill down their throats risking injury but at least getting it over with.
Calista licked up a little bit but she isn't the one that really has the damn worms! Fat, glutton D-man just smells it, looks at me and meows. I go to the cat ham...I wrap his fave treat in a bit of yellow pill. He eats the edges. I shove it in his mouth. He spits it out. He goes outside giving us both time to calm down. I let D-man back in, I set down his bowl of tuna and medication and leave the room to work on the computer. I peak around the corner and he is just licking the sides.
I sit down at the computer and hear crunch, crunch, crunch....Darius would rather eat dry that tuna with worm pills and his favorite ham mixed in. I thought "I am going to smack the shit out of him!" (you would just have to know what a pig D is for ham and tuna). Needless to say a struggle broke out. Dried tuna is on my kitchen floors and I am trying to get my mood back in check. I think Darius and I need a little time apart........
At least now I have 2 reasons to go back to the vet today....I have to get 2 more pills...I guess I just have to shove them down his throat....from experience I could cry just thinking about it.
Around my bird feeder....these are the pics of the day as well.
