I'm not going to say that tomorrow when our case worker comes for the first time for our preliminary home study meeting. But after yesterday, it seems like I could.
I've been anxious all week about this meeting. I know it's not the real thing, or the safety audit, or the in-depth interview part, but still, I've been in a funk about it. And being the perfectionist I am, I expect my home, my person, and my presentation to be perfect. Or else. Or else I'm a failure. I'm trying to get over this.
Anyways, yesterday, as I was working at perfecting my back yard, cleaning out buckets and buckets of weeds and ivy, I discovered horror #1. A dead mouse, floating in a neglected bucket of rainwater next to the compost heap. Eeewwwww. I'm hoping it was the one in our house last week, because that would Serve It Right. It's still there, because the Removal of Dead Things is Chad's job.
After coming inside and entertaining the aunties with tea and whining, I picked up Emma, our fluffy, fluffy cat, and I noticed a terrible smell. Guess what happens when your fluffy, fluffy cat has tummy trouble and wet poo? That's right. It sticks all over her fur. Horror #2. So I bathed the cat, no small feat, and incurred her intense hatred for about an hour. Then she forgot or forgave me and decided she loved me again. Which was great, except she was still sick and still going, and I didn't really want her to sit on my lap. I scooped the box multiple times all day, and then, as I was getting ready to go to bed, I noticed the MOST horrifying thing of all: Emma had sat on my bed with her poopy backside. POOP IN MY BED! HORROR!
You must understand that this kind of thing just DOESN'T happen around here. It's not allowed to. I'm feeling a bit unhinged now, like the universer is conspiring against me. Or at least all the furry creatures around here are.
I apologize for the disgusting nature of this post. Believe me, it was worse in real life.
OH NO !!!! Not on your bed! I’m shuddering- this is exactly why I only have a virtual pet!
Horror may not be the right word for these setbacks- Horror suggests you were down in the basement and noticed a loose brick and upon investigation you find a skeleton that has been walled up for the last 50 years. Or you pull down that tool wall and behind it ia a stair that leads to an underground altar with a pentagram painted in blood. Horror is deep gut-wrenchingly evil. What you have described is ust plain disgusting.
And normal ickyness that happens when you own a house and pets. Wait til you see the gross things your kids will do!
You are in my prayers today, as always. I hope this process moves quickly for you!