This is real life you know, no sitters, no help and no relief. My oldest is much better today and will go back to school tomorrow, but the cat is not. He now has blood in his urine and I need to make another trip to the vet. I decide to blog in the morning since we had a 10:30 appointment at the vet. Of course I didn’t finish everything I wanted and I had to go. The cat has chosen to crawl into a crawl space under the house and I can’t get him out. I need to reschedule the appointment. I just can’t believe this. I’m so stressed out.
I finally get the cat and call the vet to reschedule. They are booked, but said I can come in and wait. Noah and I go and we wait and wait. About an hour and half later I’m told either he gets a $1400 surgery that might help him or that’s about it. Obviously, since that’s more than my mortgage we have no choice, but let our kitty go. My son Noah cried the entire ride home. I cried and then we both cried together at home. We brought Ritzy home with us and have enough meds to keep him comfortable for awhile. When he starts to deteriorate we’ll bring him in and say good-bye.
I calm my son down, but he won’t eat. I let him play video games and I decide it’s now or never. Project Me begins in reverse. I do my cardio first and then the mat work. I had to do it, if only to get my endorphins up. It doesn’t work. I’m so not happy. Noah finally eats something. My little guy gets home from school and we chose not to tell him yet. Life goes on as normal for them, but I just can’t shake this feeling. I try to finish blogging, but I still don’t get as far as I’d like, too.
Maybe, putting the tree lights on would help, but it doesn’t. I have to leave the room and start to cry. It’s not only because of the cat. It broke my heart seeing Noah so hurt. He sucked all the life out of me. It’s all too much for me right now. There is just so much more going on. I’m just glad that I was able to at least focus on my workout and just forget the world for a little bit.