Homework

Joey brought home his very first ever homework tonight. It's due on Monday. There are 6 sheets that he has to do, and a book that I have to read to him.

I'm waiting for DH to wake up and get out of Joey's room so we can work on it. I may end up just waiting until tomorrow night so he does it like, in between his days off.

He was really excited to show me his homework though, couldn't wait to rip it out of his backpack to check it out, lol.

He also said that Mrs. Peacock gave him a new book. He whipped out a hardcover copy of Shel Silversteins "Where The Sidewalk Ends". Duh, that's my book. She borrowed it to read to the class, rofl. Well, it's Joey's book - I got that one and 2 others for him a few years ago, b/c I love SS. Apparently Joey thinks this is his NEW book, that's his and only his, because Mrs. P *gave* it to him. He doesn't seem to understand that it's the exact same one that's been on his bookshelf for the past 3 years, ROFL.

Oh well :)

Standing in line

Joey's been in school for 3 whole weeks now.

Yesterday he got sent to the "thinking spot" for the first time because him and Jeffrey wouldn't get in line. He was really upset about that when I picked him up. He was making his drama queen face with his drama queen voice. I told him it was okay, and not to cry. He said "I'm NOT crying! I'm just really very maaaaaad!"

Oh well, lesson learned. Now he'll make a line.

I dropped him off this morning and made him walk his little body to the cafeteria himself. He ate breakfast at home, so we didn't need to do the stand-in-line-and-get-your-card-then-pick-out-your-milk-and-get-your-cereal-and-toast-and-juice-and-find-your-table-and-open-your-cereal-and-milk routine. The line to go in to the cafeteria was still outside (they hadn't opened yet). I told him to go to the end of the line. To him, apparently the end of the line meant the middle of the line where he shortcutted. I had since forgotten, since it's been so long since i've been in grade school, but shortcutting is a big, huge, giant, NONO! Kids are very big on that. I was far away and don't know if anybody said anything to him, or anything...he went in with the rest of the kids, in his little stolen spot. No blackeyes or bruises, so I don't think he got beaten up by any 3rd graders. I'm gonna have a talk with him about shortcutting though. I dont' want him to be known as the kid that short-cuts, and has boogers (he wouldn't let me pick it out, lol).

I miss my Cabana Boy

Don't think I ever posted about him, but it's very noteworthy information.

Right after the bru-ha-ha(sp?) at work, we got a new assistant general manager. He was only going to be there about 8 months. He is sooooooooooooooooooooo HOT. He's about average height, dark tan skin, longish (not LONG, but not super short), shaggy brown hair, and these eyes that just make your tummy do flips. I loved looking at him.

One day, a few weeks ago, Debbie asked me why "pretty boy" only bused my tables, and not hers. I didn't tell her it was b/c she was a lazy piece o' poo, and that he refused to bus her tables b/c she wouldn't do it herself...but instead I said (right in front of him, rofl "It's because he has a HUGE crush on me. Giant. He loves me. That's why. He's my Cabana Boy. I will call him Enrico." It stuck. EVERYBODY called him "Cabana Boy". He was MY cabana boy. I honestly, truly, looked forward to going into work every day just so I could drool over him. It was no secret that I had a huge crush on him, not even to him, lol. I'm married after all, not like I'd actually DO anything, but gosh...he was so good looking, and nice.

He was gone the last 2 days, and everybody knew my unhappiness with that. You just can't go around changing his schedule, it throws me all off. He was supposed to be back today.

I get into work and am confronted by Michelle & Debbie in the gallie. They had some horrible news for me, and were afraid of how I would take it.

Cabana Boy is gone.

He was 'moved'. That's all they knew, that's all Tristan knew. He found out yesterday around 2pm, that they 'moved' him. Michelle & I both had suspicions that he was just there to spy on Tristan. Maybe we were right? Who knows, but Man...I'm really, really, really, really bummed.

Really bummed. You could never imagine how bummed I am. When M & D found out, they were really worried about my reaction to it. I tried to be tough. I tried to make it look like i didn't care, but oh man - I care.

Tristan has a job fair to go to next week and he said he'd find me a new cabana boy. I told him that I have to approve before he begins the hiring process. If they're not nice AND easy on MY eyes - then they are not hireable. The end.

Just a quick update

Well, when we left last, Baby Cat was not getting any better.

Tuesday morning though, when we were getting ready to leave, I saw him eating. That was a good sign, but I was still distraught all day at work. One girl there didn't understand "It's just a stupid cat". Well, it's not just a stupid cat. For one, it's my son's cat - his first very-own pet. Secondly, our cats are members of our family. So there :P

When I got home though, he was up and about, meowing, eating, drinking, and using the potty. WOOT! So far so good. I've been able to successfully force his medicine down his throat with minimal damage to my hands, AND he hasn't barfed it up. So, I think he's going to be okay. I sure hope so anyway.

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Joey had to go into the "Thinking Spot" today at school, with Jeffrey. This is their version of "time out" when they are bad. I guess him and little Jeff decided they didn't want to stand in line for one reason or another. When I picked him up from school, he had a mean look on his face, and his little voice was cracking "Mommy *sniff* I had to go into the thinking spot today *sniff* {wipes nose}. I'm not crying but I'm just really mad *sniff*". His reaction was priceless. I couldn't even begin to accurately describe it, lol. He knows now though, that he has to stand in line and follow the rules, or he'll go into the thinking spot. Just the mere mention of placing a Thinking Spot in our house sends him into a panic (almost as bad as when I tell him he has to wear underpants or his penis will turn black and fall off, ROFL) bad mommy!
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I went to work for a whole 45 minutes today. That was a pure waste of my time. I only go in for breaks on Thursdays b/c joey gets out of school early, and DH can't leave that early to get him. We have enough staff that I can do that. Today it was really slow and they said they *almost* called me and told me not to come in. I wish they would have. That would have saved me a ton of time. It took me almost as long to get home on the bus as I spent at the place. Ugh.

Well, I gotta go to bed. It's already 11 and the kitten is acting frisky. I think somebody is feeding her crack before bed. She's a nut!

Oh, real quick, I saw the cutest thing. When I came home from the store earlier, Wally & Bobbysox were lying on the floor together and wally had his arm around her. It was sooooooooo cute! I grabbed the camera, but alas, DH left it on and the battery died. I had to walk OVER them to get a new one and that disrupted the little spooning session. But believe me, it was farking adorable!

This weekend sucked

When I got home from work on Saturday - well, a few hours later - I realized my cat was not well. It's actually Joey's cat - Zedd (aka "Baby Cat).

He was crying out in pain, had a hard time walking, etc. I looked up a few things on the net, trying to figure out what might be wrong with him. I kept coming up with a Urethral Blockage.

Sunday morning, DH woke me up and told me there was a puddle of blood in front of the front door. Syd had been in bed with us all night, and the other 2 adopted cats were outside. It was Baby Cat's. DH cleaned it up. I didn't see it. A couple hours later there was another large pool of blood - a LOT of it, in front of the door again. I cleaned it and freaked out simultaneously. I had actually been trying to get ahold of MIL since the night before, because I knew she would help us out. The only vets offices open were emergency clinics, and every single one of them was $95 just to get the initial exam, everything else was extra. None of them took payments, they all wanted payment up front. I had no money, besides grocery money, but we need food too, yano?

I couldn't get ahold of MIL for the life of me. I ended up calling her cell phone 18 times in 4.5 hour period. I knew she was in church...but man, that took a long time. I contacted a ton of different places, and basically none of them were of any help. If my cat was in fact blocked, he needed to get into a vet NOW or he would die. I talked to the Arizona Humane Society, and she directed me to the AZ chapter of the ASPCA. The AHS also said "If they won't take him, we will take him and treat him, but you will have to surrender ownership" *sobbing*. I called the ASPCA, and the same thing - We'd have to surrender ownership. So either way - whether they were able to make him better or not, we would never see our cat again.

I finally got ahold of MIL. I won't even get into what my own mother said to me, but lets just say that I'm none pleased with that woman right now - at all. I told MIL that we could just take him to the ASPCA or the AHS - that way nobody's out any money. Although we didn't want to, yano, but we didn't want to watch him suffer. She said that she'd take him to the ER and pay up to $300. I love my MIL.

We spent 3 hours in the ER before they called us back. Actually, when we first got there they took him back right away to see if he was in fact blocked, which - thank God - he wasn't. So, back in the cage he went and in the waiting room we sat. MIL left to go run errands. We finally got called back just before 3:30, and the doc came in just before 4pm. He said that he did have an infection of some sort, but they couldn't do a urinalysis because he had no urine in his bladder. He said that he probably was blocked, but miraculously unblocked himself (rare, but it happens), and that's what the blood was from. He wasn't currently blocked, but his bladder was 'grosly inflamed' or something like that. He recommended hospitalization for the best care, and the best chance of survival. But that, for one night, would have been over $600. We didn't have that kind of money. I told him that my MIL was paying and would go up to $300. I asked him if there was anything they could do for under $300 - do what you can, please. They gave him IV fluids, IV antibiotics, and some valium to calm him down. He gave me 2 cans of $16 cat food (prescription for kitty UTI's) to feed him, and told us to start giving him food for UT Health. Okay. We can do that.

Over 24 hours later, there's absolutely no improvement. I went and bought a new litter box to keep in Joey's room, and put his food dish in there so the other cats wouldn't get to it. He hasn't drank a drop, or eaten anything. I gave the wet food last night, and he didn't touch it. He's not a big 'wet food' eater, so this morning I gave him the dry stuff (purina one). Wouldn't touch that either. I'm having a hell of a time giving him his meds, and 2 out of the 3 times that he's received it so far, he threw it up. He's so dehydrated and has awful cotton mouth. He's gotten up a few times and moved around, actually getting UP on Joey's bed or on the toy box (he likes to sleep there), and a couple times went outside and walked around for a minute. But then he was right back in Joey's room, laying down. Other than that, he's very lethargic..just laying there, staring off into space.

I'm going to give it another day......if he's still not doing any better, we're going to have to maybe have him put down. I really don't want to, and this whole thing has me more upset than you can possibly imagine. I cried so much this weekend, that I had a blinding migraine. My heart is hurting so bad, and I wish we had the money to do more - but we don't - so we can't. I'm tired of crying over it. I wish there was something else we could do. We could give it time, but if nothing is happening, how much time should we give it? I don't want him to suffer any longer than he has to. That would be cruel. It's such a hard thing - which is worse: Putting your cat to sleep because you can't afford to treat him, or letting him suffer. Either way....this fucking sucks. Fuck.