Sometimes I look at my life and I marvel at all the blessings, but there are days when I wonder how in the hell I got here. How is it that all the individual choices I made - most of them small - got me here.
Yesterday I learned that the puppy we adopted has some sort of parasite - one that is common to animal shelters - and it's transferable to other pets and humans. I spent the next half hour on the phone making arrangements to bring the cats in for check ups, picked up a pizza and dropped it off, called the cat vet and asked them to fax over their health records to the puppy's vet (and the vet that was going to see the cats today), called the puppy vet to confirm that the cat vet would be faxing paperwork, and went to the grocery store to pick up crackers and ginger ale. Nevermind that I was still sick with a cold that I had been fighting.
Today, after putting in a loooong day at work where I made decisions, took the blame for some things, and listened to people complain, bitch, and moan, I came home to a very loud house. One where 2 animals were chasing each other around the house, the lights on every room were on, one child was arguing with the grown up, and the other child was crying about how he got reprimanded for talking back. I swear I was going to leave and never come back the moment I put the key into the door. I marvel how I got here in the first place. How is it that some small decisions have made my life this way? * sigh * I can hear the adult human yelling about something in the basement. Sometimes I'm thinking that I'm done. I'm just DONE.


