A series of unfortunate events

Don’t you just love it when people go on a nice vacation and then come home and complain? Of course I have laundry and hundreds of work emails to get to….but I promise, this is not that kind of whining. This is better.

To be perfectly honest, no matter how much I love the ocean, after two weeks I was ready to come home. It could have been because my oldest child was sleeping in a corner of my room the entire vacation (it’s hard to explain, but basically it had to do more with personal space than actual space issues). It could have been because literally from the very first day we arrived at the beach my esophagus felt like it had a hole burned through it and I could barely swallow anything that wasn’t liquid or applesauce. (Don’t worry, I took some meds and by the end of the second week I was eating baked potatoes and pancakes!)

Or it could have been because our (truly wonderful) cat watcher was relaying that, possibly, our cats were missing us a little more than usual. Despite Angie’s best efforts, and her daily visits, our cats had decided to take out their (apparently extreme) rage over our extended disappearance on our completely innocent living room curtains. Do you know what a cat’s litter box smells like? Do you know what that smells like when it’s hanging in your living room? Yeah.

So the first thing we did when we got home was locate the site of destruction, take down the curtains and toss them. Then we cleaned the carpets in the den just to be safe. It could have been worse, I thought, as I tossed a load of beach towels in the laundry. All is well.

(side note: read this article on the value of therapy cats if you are, like me, having a hard time forgiving the cats for destroying my living room curtains and, well, basically the rest of my house over the last 5 years.)

After all the issues with my throat, and the extended slumber party with a remote, slightly hostile teenager, and then the military take-over of our home by the cats, we were exhausted and pretty excited to sleep in our own bed on Friday night. So we did, and it was glorious. Until we woke up.

About noon on Saturday we noticed that anytime we walked upstairs, it felt familiar…almost like we were back outside at the beach in 90 degree temps. Upstairs air conditioning unit = dead.

But that’s no big deal, right? We’ll just call the repair person on Monday.

And in the meantime, we can all sleep in the living room….with the lingering smell of pet carpet cleaner and our beloved cats. And maybe, if we’re lucky, our oldest child will join us and roll out a sleeping bag in the corner.

I mean, it all just seems normal at this point.


End Note: I started reading Khaled Hosseini’s And the Mountains Echoed during our drive home Friday and finished it Saturday. If you haven’t read his work, I highly recommend it. Not only because it is wonderful and insightful and brilliant, but also because it will certainly put your first world problems in perspective. For example: stupid cat problems and broken a/c and having to return to work after 2 weeks of vacation….




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