OMG. Woke up at 6. Drive kittens to be spayed. Drove 20 minutes. Drop them off. 40 minutes home in rush hour traffic. Rapidly change clothes and drive in rush hour traffic for a meet and greet for new job. Drive for 25 minutes for that. Drive on completely empty gas tank for 6 miles. Get gas. DH texts me that he couldn't walk to work becaus of his pain. Tells me he should have taken me up on the offer to bring to work early.
I'm now having a greasy breakfast at Jack in the Box. Just got call that one kitten is 3 ounces underweight and surgery is postponed. Now have to go pick them up. My scale is obviously off
OMG. Yes to the wine! I offered to bring him in to work early last night, but it would have been too early for him, so he said no. Which, you know, your prerogative.
I have been on the go all morning. I'm already tired and I have another meeting this afternoon at some point. Then I go pick up one of the kids I babysit for and drop him off at home. There is a freaking child seat in the back seat of my car, you guys...I have a reason to use my flip down child mirror that came pre-installed in my car. Yikes!
Post by alabasterangel on Jun 19, 2012 14:56:23 GMT -5
I am worried Agnes might be under the weight limit to be fixed next month too. We might just wait an additional month for both of them if that is the case.