As I’ve mentioned a trillion times, I live a peaceful, unfettered life.
For the most part, I do what I want, when I want to and all is well. Suffice to say, I am spoiled.
Because when I have to do things I don’t want to do, oh my. I get myself into a huge ass tizzy over it.
Case in point: SophiaKitty’s health
I don’t like to see my pets feel poorly. (Who does, amirite?)
So, I’m already sad about her health (which is partly my fault for being inconsistent with her thyroid meds on top of which applying them (gel) in a way that wasn’t getting into her system even when I was consistent) and now I’ve got to do all kinds of icky medical stuff to her to get her well including but not limited to giving her a pill twice a day (against her will) and stabbing her with a needle to inject some fluids.
I despise this. Not because I don’t want her well, of course. I just hate having to do things that she doesn’t like and fights me on. I get all spastic and anxious and I know she picks up on that, making it worse.
This ‘having to do shit’ stuff is dragging me down.
(All you moms out there are saying “Shut up already! Do you KNOW what we have to do 24/7??” and to that I say, I know. Tiny violins for me. This is all piddly baby stuff but I have to whine somewhere and why not here?)
Yesterday, I had to have a “Come to Jesus” with myself. That this is making me unhappy is just ridiculous. It is. I know it. I have got to get the fuck over my tiny princess self. Suck it up, pill and water the cat and move on.
I’m trying. I keep thinking of all the parents who are so tied down (with love) to their kids and this is just a cat and whatthefuckeverjustshutuplisa.
It was a better day yesterday because I put on my BGPs and just dealt.
I’ll do the same today.
Because it’s what is in front of me to do.
Sorry for the whining. Maybe one day I’ll show my penchant for writing snark again on here. I think I’ll change the blog name to WhinyPants.com. (Oh shoot. It’s taken. BOO!)