... not a box of chocolates I'm sorry to tell Forrest Gump. Not this week.
It's more like ...
a traffic jam and an oncoming truck.
The unseasonably warm and humid weather this week has made me hazy. And grouchy.
I'm always grouchy when I'm spritzing.
The cats have not had a good week. Siren's meds are not working long enough but to increase the frequency would cause other issues. We've been working on more nutritional and holistic treatments but if you know cats then you know that the smallest change to their routine is very stressful to them. Isadora goes to the vet this morning. She's been hiding and crying and I'm not sure why.
My battle with the bank over a mortgage modification based on my huge drop in income heats up next week and I'm not looking forward to that.
I haven't seen Hope at all this week and if there was ever a need for a good shot of Hope it was this week. She's been going to after school activities and to her aunt's house since their new baby is due any day now. I'm thrilled that she's so excited but I'm also selfishly wanting my time with her.
I feel a long series of whines and bitches coming on so that's enough for now.