The Tides Are Changing
The World According To Kiki & J-Fed
Apparently, what’s good for the goose is not good for the gander.
J-Fed has this incredibly bad habit of only taking my calls when it’s convenient for him. Of course, that’s no different than with anything else. He does it when the spirit moves him. If only I had that luxury…
Kids are hungry? I’ll feed em when I feel like it. Dogs need to go the vet? Maybe later. Mortgage needs to be paid? I’ll think about it. Oh yes, I would so love to not have to answer to anyone or anything. In fact, I’d be in hog heaven. But alas, tis not the case.
Anyway, now that I’ve returned home from my month in the mountains, it’s back to the grind. My first official day back was a banner day. It began at the crack of dawn with the baby crying, the baby who STILL does not sleep through the night at nine months. Then 5-year-old was hammering at me about what we were going to do today. She needed to start planning her itinerary and she needed to do it NOW!
The abridged version of the day was that I spent two hours in the doctor’s office tending to the baby, and another hour at the vet with one of the hounds of Basketcaseville. It was ear infections, eye infections and mucus oh my. Needless to say, the day was chock full of adventure and loads of fun.
The Fedster was kind enough to do his daily check-in.
“If you need anything, let me know,” he said in his first call as he rolled out of bed at the ripe hour of 11:30 a.m. Oh, to be king for a day.
When he called a second time at 2:30 p.m., I had already pulled out half the hair on my head. I know, I know. It sounds like I need some cheese with my whine. However, you would have to experience it to know what it’s like to try and force-feed a dog two horse tablets while wiping up a pile of spit, holding a baby and tending to a 5-year-old. If you have done all of the above, you can empathize. If you haven’t, then don’t rush to judgment. As they say, every dog has its day, and this bitch is having a whole bunch of them as of late.
