I lost it this morning. My sanity to be exact. I almost lost it last night when I had to get into the bed knowing my cats had been on the comforter.
After arriving home from book club I found a piece of tape on my counter that my husband pointed out to me. REALLY????? You HAD to CATCH a FLEA to SHOW me???? What was I supposed to do about that? At 9 o’clock at night?
Apparently, if I were a good parent, I would have danced my way into my daughter’s room and properly praised my 21-year-old-with-a-magnifying-glass-in-her-hand who saved us all from the FLEA! But, NO… I got a case of the heebie-jeebies and resolved myself to feeling guilty for not having my own vet check the new kitten for the little bugs! Bad Pet Parent…
Now, I know this sounds ridiculous but this is a true story. And in any story where I lose my sanity, it has to involve water – especially in THIS particular house.
I awoke WAY before the alarm ever hinted at playing music and with steady resolve, I headed towards the kitchen for my coffee and my washing machine.
Truly, in my book, nothing cures or fixes a problem like the first cup of Folgers and my somewhat weak and cheap washing machine. I had barely downed all the coffee before I was throwing all the fleece blankets and afghans in the washer for the first load. I was looking up the Vet’s number to cry for help… and I was kissing my sweet high schooler as she headed off to the bus.
All was well, and I was ready to do battle with fleas!
Yeah, um, “Why is the washer making that noise?”
Um, shouldn’t I lift the lid and “see it moving?”
Yes, it should be moving, and you shouldn’t look down and see water on the floor.
There was no retreating. I made arrangements to remove the 4 legged beasts and their vermin to the Vet’s office where they would take some magic pills and be kept for a few days. Then I hauled all my bedding and blankets to the laundromat and paid $29.50 to wash and dry everything. Then we went and bought a new machine.
Oh, back up… I lost my sanity and called my husband. “Water on the Floor” is pretty much all he heard and he headed home to hold my hand and listen to my attitude and have a few arguments with me, because that ALWAYS works…
Now, I have finished the day. And wrote it all down.
But, who’s going to bring my sanity back? Well, I think this steaming mug of hot chocolate will do just fine!