I haven’t done one of these since I got divorced. And guys, there were barely any victories this week. Because all of my being has been centered on not completely melting into a mess.
My parents went on vacation this past Monday. My sister broke her leg two weeks ago. That meant…that I’ve been staying at their house since Monday. I haven’t been to my apartment. I haven’t seen my kitties. I’ve barely had any time or space to call my own. I miss my bed. I miss my cats. I miss my free time.
But I’m getting it all back tomorrow. So that’s something.
In the past week, I basically was fetch-and-carry for my younger sister. I fed cats. I cleaned litterboxes (and for eight cats, that’s no small task). I fed the birds. I watered the plant. I emptied the dehumidifiers. I cleaned up vomit. I took Scout (one of my parents’ many cats) to the vet for her surgery, and I’ve been giving her pills (4 a day) ever since — and you can imagine how well that goes over. The term “like a lead balloon” comes to mind.
I am very, very glad to relinquish all of those roles and jobs when my parents come home from the Cape tomorrow.
Other than that, the only real “little victory” that I had is: Learned to sew. Which I went over in this entry. Progress picture there. I haven’t done anything since then. Be impressed.
Most of this week has gone by in a gigantic blur. I can’t remember most of what I did, besides cooking and chores. And trying to sleep. And failing to sleep.
Next week, guys. Next week is Wildfire and hopefully I’ll get a little of myself back.