Hanging Over the Edge

There ain’t nothing in the world like waking up to find that the cats have completely destroyed something while you slept. This morning as I was plodding toward the backdoor to let the dog out I came upon a mess. It was no ordinary mess. It was a mess of awesome proportions.

It seems that in trying to get up on the buffet one of our little fuckers managed to drag the runner off which in turn dragged the bucket of dog treats and two bottles of very expensive Eiswein into the floor. The tower of four more bottles of wine narrowly missed falling off as well.

The floor was littered with broken glass and dog treats and coated in syrup. It smelled like a bar as the incident obviously happened early in the night. I’m still surprised we didn’t hear it, but I guess hundred year old tongue and groove walls will do that for you.

I spent a full hour mopping and sweeping and mopping and sweeping trying to get all the glass and syrup up. I scrubbed the walls which had dried wine on them and lamented the fact that so much had run behind the baseboards. I don’t know how I’m going to get the smell out of the kitchen without removing baseboards.

Miss A valiantly tried to deflect blame from the kitties and spun a yarn about a rogue raccoon coming in through the cat door trying to get to Rosie’s dog treats. I don’t believe it though. Blaze has been much too interested in climbing on things lately.

Anyway, that’s how my Monday started at 5:15 am. I was not encouraged and by the time I had gotten myself cleaned up and out the door I just wanted to lay down and cry. We’ve been too busy lately and my emotional state is beginning to pay the price.

Miss A’s mom had surgery a little over a week ago. She came through it okay and is recovering nicely. The pathology report came back bad though. We’re now looking at possible chemotherapy and radiation treatments though we won’t know for sure until the 15th of this month. It is a certainty that she will have at least one, a possibility for both.

Miss A has been living at her mom’s through this whole ordeal and finally got to come home (for more than a few minutes) Friday night. She should be home until the new treatments start. My hope is that her mom will be able to stay by herself through at least the early stages of her treatment. It is hard having our home busted up.

We went to regatta Saturday. Things went well, but we were up early and out late. The time change didn’t seem to help at all. I think it actually made things worse as yesterday we spent most of the day at Miss A’s mom’s helping her as the brother left town and the friend from out of town arrived. And then we still had to go home and do laundry and pick up for the cleaning lady.

Going to bed at the “normal” time was painful as my body didn’t believe what the clock was saying. I just love how people get so excited about getting to sleep an hour later in the fall. For those of us who actually wake up at the same time every morning it wreaks havoc when your eyes fly open at 4am and you’re in a panic because your body is telling you you’re late getting up for work. Good luck getting that extra hour in.

Anyway, my stomach is now telling me it’s time to eat lunch an hour earlier than last week. Sigh… what to do, what to do?

So, just to recap, I hate the time change, I was going to row this morning and play with our new toy (we got a Sh0x-B0x at regatta over the weekend) but instead spent my first conscious hour trying not to stab myself or fall down and drown in a mop bucket.

That’s my saga for the last week and half or however long it’s been since I’ve been gone. I’m sure there’s more, but I don’t have time and I can’t remember. It’s time for a very long vacation from my life.