Not really. For Thurs I managed to get us to the library, and shuffled a few things round the house aimlessly and dd did another workbook (no, not those ones Merry, one of the new ones from my masterfully cheap shop yesterday!)
Then I took the cat to the vets. He’s been looking a bit off colour and what with the flu, ds’s cough and ear infection, nursery, dd’s birthday, my impending redundancy, I’d been just hoping he’d sort it out. He’s still eating some of his food, we haven’t had any sickness or the other, but he just seems a bit off colour – then when I picked him up to put him in his box, I realised that he’s just skin and bone. He isn’t a cuddly cat, so I haven’t cuddled him for ages, and it was terrifying to realise that I could feel every bump on his spine.
The vets did a lot of blood tests, we’ll get the results tomorrow, but I used to work at a vets and I’ve been around animals all my life, and I know that this doesn’t look good. I just hadn’t realised how thin he’d got – I feel awful about it. I really need to get my act together – work, house, cat, kiddles – I can do this. I can.
But only if I get some sleep. night night.
