Ow ow ow ow OW!

Not to sound like a wuss or anything, but my cat bit me on Saturday. I suppose I might have had it coming, because I was trying to groom him. But then something really spooked him, and he got all aggressive on me. And then he bit me. Like ten times. So my hands and arms look like I got in a fight with a lawn mower. Also, (according to my wife) so does he, because I didn't get to finish shaving him. That should teach him. But it doesn't make my hands feel better. Especially my right thumb. He bit right THROUGH my thumbnail, and let me tell you, that is just wrong on so many levels. I've never wanted to throw my cat through a window...until Saturday. It kinda makes me feel like a bad person, because I've always liked animals, but now that I have kids, I totally understand when people say "it's just a cat/dog". Pets just don't compare. My kids can totally piss me off, but I never want to hurt them. I wanted to Hulk Smash my cat. Is that so wrong?

I could do this all the time

I'm home with the kids this morning. Carrie's doing her 3 hour tour of her insulin levels, so I get to relax a little and take my time getting to work. And after the day I had yesterday, it's a welcome break.

I'll tell you, I'm grateful to be where I am now. I have supervisors and coworkers that are supportive and work as a team. I have not always worked in a situation like this, and it is a real blessing that I am thanking God for, especially when the you-know-what hits the fan.

And speaking of you-know-what, you know what I like about being home with the kids? It's not flying around here. It comes to you from effort you don't have to put out, and it's wrapped up in a cute little package. No surprises, no last minute rushes, you know what to expect and after a while, you can see it coming from a mile away. Kids are great, no?

He was lost, and now he's found

Today was interesting. My cat is sick, and I planned on taking him to the vet this morning. But when I went to get him in the carrier, I couldn't find him anywhere. High and low, even outside. Nowhere to be found. So I went to work. Then after lunch, I came home so I could go with Carrie to our ultrasound. Isaac did not cooperate, the little stinker, but we still got some cute pics. Then we come home, and my cat comes sauntering down the hall! I box him up and take him to the vet. Now he's gonna be on special food forever. Woohoo! Could be worse though. I'm just happy he didn't run off or anything.