I sometimes wonder how I manage to stay (relatively) sane.
Between health issues, pet illnesses and deaths, (lazy, some druggie, some adult, all lazy) unemployed children who refuse to do the simplest chores to pick up after themselves, money worries, work, work, work, I sometimes just want to scream and throw myself into the nearest body of water.
Henry (new fur friend) got really sick last weekend after being neutered. (pneumonia) He's better now, thankfully, and he's really sweet. But over $700 in vet bills in the month I've had him is not helping financial matters in the least.
I could cheerfully strangle Alex, my oldest son, who moved back in since he is not working and doesn't seem like he will be working any time in the near future. I am at the end of my rope with him and his infernal laziness.
The youngest son isn't much better. He constantly cuts classes and has attitude. Hasn't been arrested lately or caught with drugs, so I guess I should be grateful??
So here I sit. Still (somewhat) sane and not (yet) engulfed in Hamilton Harbour...
D.
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Could always threaten to neuter Alex as well if he doesn't get moving on finding a job...?
No, I jest!
Hopefully things improve soon. Glad to hear Henry's getting back to his usual kitteh self, tho :)
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