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My Life in Hell

The toddler is completely broken - I WANT MY DADDY.  Bob's decision to go to archery practice tonight instead of picking her up and coming home was very Indiana Jones.  He chose... poorly.

Said toddler has had a wicked bad cold since last Friday.  Apparently it's become an ear infection - it looks like she's got discharge from the ear that she says hurts.  Which means that the eardrum has ruptured.  From past experience, I know how horrifically painful that is - and there's not a damn thing I can do about it.  Unless it's the most God's awful encrustation of ear wax I've ever seen.  I'll call the pediatrician as soon as they open in the morning.

The cat has progressed from peeing on the bathroom rug, to peeing and shitting on a duffel bag in the hall, to peeing on my bed, to shitting on the rug in front of the couch.  Yesterday I thoroughly scrubbed the litterbox and brought it upstairs, while setting up an extra in the basement.  This morning, both boxes were pristine.  This afternoon, both boxes were pristine.  Someone, however, had peed on the loveseat.  I'm done with this.  Starting tonight, they're each getting locked in a bathroom with a litter box, a bowl of water, a bowl of food, and a towel to sleep on.  No one comes out until box training is re-established.  I am DONE.

It's just one damn thing after another.

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kls_eloise
Mar. 23rd, 2012 12:27 pm (UTC)
I used to pop an eardrum anywhere from four to twelve times a year every year until I was about twelve - ruptured my first one at six months. My current doctor speculates that my eustachian tubes are pitched incorrectly, but short of an MRI of my head, there's no way to know for sure.

The upside to the eardrum finally rupturing is that it feels better with the pressure releaved.

I do not know WHAT is up with the cats. Perhaps you need to move in for a week.