Finding Joy in Snarkville

Yes, it has felt a little (ok, a lot) like Grand Central around here since the boys arrived home last night.  You know that feeling where you are running in 90 billion directions at once?  My house doesn’t exactly have 90 billion directions to run in, so you have to guess that a few of them caused collisions between Prince, Duke, and me.  Only Duke found this funny.

First, there was the phone.  You know how I often mention that we have 7 computers in this house?  Well, did you know that we have 6 phone numbers in this house?  And yes, it is possible to have them all ring at the same time.  Now, I love the phone to ring (I mean honestly, folks, 90% of the phone calls are about someone’s vacation and those are cool fun calls).  But last night, not a single one of the calls was a client — no, they were other people.  Now, yes, the Queen Mum called — I now refer to that one as the call that launched 1,000 calls.  It was after her call that we got 90 other calls.  Mostly people wanting stuff from us.  When the phone rang at nearly 10pm last night, I nearly threw it out the window.  But, no.  Perhaps I should have, because the thing began to ring at 8:30am this morning.  However, today is better and it is client’s who are calling; and they are pretty and nice.  Plus I had a delightful chat with Mama E about the Sock Cruise.  However, during that call, my cell phone got caught in a loop and literally rang the whole time — despite no one being there.  I turned off the cell.  It is 9:15am, and the phone is behaving quietly again.

Secondly, there was dinner.  Well, there were in fact two dinners served in this house last night.  Because I wasn’t on the ball (or more likely was washing dishes and forgot) I didn’t defrost the steaks in time for the child to get his dinner.  So, we compromised with Chicken Nuggets.  I am pleased to announce that two time outs, one bribe (of a single Swedish Fish — that he didn’t eat), and Duke ate the first bite of his FIRST chicken nugget!  This would be his first meat in probably a year and we couldn’t be prouder.  Now, some one tell me why once I finally get him on a vitamin with Iron is he now WILLING to eat meat?  I think the hospital lost his owner’s manual when I had him.  So, again, three is so very different than 2 — there’s the potty, the super cool 3 and Up toys with PARTS, AND now meat.  Whatever will tomorrow bring?

Thirdly,  there was the puking.  Yes, it seems that the fat cat is puking again.  He hated the beef food; so I went with food last night that he liked and gave him the “settle his tummy” drugs, but alas, I think he was so hungry he ate too fast.  Currently, he is curled up in a ball sleeping it all off.  He is doing better than yesterday; but not back to his old self again.  I may be in denial (hey, Cleopatra was the Queen of it, right?), but I think he’ll be ok.  We may be looking at a few days of him getting back in the swing of eating slowly — but he will get there, I’m sure.

Finally, there was the part with no sleep.  You see when the fat cat (who is no longer fat mind you) doesn’t feel well, he MUST snuggle with his human.  This means said human must rub his head and make him feel better.  Said human is incapable of rubbing his head AND sleeping at the same time.

If you are looking for me, I’ll be the one with my ear to a phone, eating chicken nuggets and rubbing a cat’s head.  I certainly will not be the one napping.

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