The Dressmaker

Time is a dressmaker specializing in alterations - Faith Baldwin

Faith sound like my kind of girl. Well the dressmaker is almost here to do some major alterations in our home. We found out Monday afternoon that Jeff starts his second shift job on the 29th and Aunt Sissy will arrive to live with us this Sunday. Those are the big adjustments.

The rest have just been little nips and tucks along the way.

Everyone in the house is finally well, even Pixie. Its amazing what a round of antibiotics can do. Apparently the siezure-like spasming was atributed to a tooth infection and the piddle was from a bladder infection. Of course, the antibiotics also had the lovely side affect of Pixie vomiting all over . . . but at least that is easier to clean up than piddle. With the unexpected joy of Jeff getting a raise, we've been dreaming a little bit bigger and spending a few more dollars. Alaina has probably benefitted the most from this as she has gotten new decorations for her room and was able to get a new princess doll and the Princess and the Frog the day it came out on DVD.
Alaina now equated me with Tiana's momma that make beautiful princess dresses by the dozen. I have now be informed of the fact that she doesn't have a dress like Princess Tiana and I need to make her one. I'm not sure how I ended up with a princess in the house, but at this point I'm just glad that she only calls herself a princess when she's pretending to be a specific Disney Princess.Kayla in the meantime is a clapping, crawling, cereal eating, two toothed wonder. She loves to make music, laughter, and splashes in the tub. And speaking of splashes, Saturday will be Alaina's last swimming lesson with Mommy. After this, she's in the 'Pike" class which Mommy's and Daddy's aren't invited to attend. (Yay!) It's been a wonderful time, but having that lovely bouyant weightless feeling for 50 minutes every Saturday make me feel rather heavy and sleepy for the rest of the weekend.

Work has become stressful as I strive to impress my new boss . . .I've always worked with Miss L and readily enjoyed it, but now I'm doing double time trying to work my way toward a raise.

And with that all said . . .my banana bread is ready to come out of the oven.

10 days down, 21 to go . . .

I have declared the month of March a hazard zone. I now have a cold and the cat has been in the posession of the vet for over 24 hours. Everytime I call they just want to look at 'one more thing' and then they will call me with an update.

At this point I'm way past no news is good news and am just waiting for the call that I'm going to be a single cat home again.

Bleh.

If the March 'In like a lion, out like a lamb' is true for personal lives, I'm going to win the lottery by the end of the month!

Confession time . . .

Too much going on to mention right now, but I promise to catch you up here are the highlights:

- I got pink eye last week
- Kayla got an ear infection and spent the night screaming about it the very next night
- Cat peed all over the house at least one of them did (Did I ever mention we got a new cat?)
- Spent 40 minutes trying to pump for baby at lunch with no results TWICE last week (ouch)
- Jeff is getting a cold
- Chased down both cats when they snuck outside


And then just to top it off, I spent an hour and a half last night muttering about bad kitties while cleaning up cat piddle using a black light. Then at 4 am I felt REALLY guilty about being mad at the cats because I found out why she had been peeing everywhere.

At 4 am while sleeping on our bed, Pixie (new kitty) had a seizure, rolled off the bed, and pottied everywhere in our bedroom.

BUT WAIT! There's more!
I did my best to clean up the piddle, and went back to bed, only to sleep through my alarm. I was already 15 minutes late for work when I ran out to the truck . . . and it didn't start.

SOOOO I walked the 3 blocks to work. Trying not to cry, and muttering the entire way.

Pixie will go to the Vet tomorrow because i didn't want to stress her out by walking her there in our tiny travel cat case.

You know you love your cat . . .

When you drive through a snow storm, get a warning for speeding, and stay up half the night with her because she's still out from the anesthetic.
Kitty had her womanly bits removed today. I took her down to the shelter in Auburn to get it done because I'm a farm girl at heart, and spending over $100 to get it done in Lincoln seemed silly.
She didn't like the ride and told me so every chance she could from the back seat. (BackSeat Driver!) When we got there, I got lost because I forgot to double check the directions I printed from online. They didn't recognize the address, so they sent me to the exact center of the zipcode I entered. Ick.
After dropping her off in my new yuppy style cat carrier which looks like black shiny alligator skin, I ran into the first wind of snow about ten miles from Lincoln. Yikes! I didn't think they were serious about that! Since the weather people usually lie, I ignored the warning. By 2:30 p.m. I was panicking and left work earlier than usual to get kitty. I didn't want to use my cruise control because the wind was so unpredictable. Of course my nervousness about the weather and lead foot led me to being pulled over. Fortunately, the State P took pity on me and only gave me a written warning. Thank you! And that is why I love cruise control, It prevented the same fate from happening on the ride down there.
When I got tot he clinic, they handed me her bag with a white towel inside. I waited for them to bring kitty out, and when they realized I was clueless, they pointed out that she was wrapped in the towel. She was still out cold and would be until late tonight into tomorrow morning. Poor Kitty! I'm suppose to keep her warm, but honestly, how do I know if I keep her too warm? I'm glad I only have to do this once. I probably won't sleep much tonight out of worry. I just sit beside her, watching her twitch as the meds slowly fade. sniff sniff. Did I mention when they put cats under, their eyes stay open? So I can't tell if Kitty can see me, but I hold her paw and talk to her, just in case. I hope she perks up quickly tomorrow because I stress to much about these things!