About a cat…
Last night, I was up until midnight chasing my fat orange cat around my neighbor’s yard in my pajamas. Why not start a blog to tell the rest of the world my troubles? Share with the world the agony it is to have to be responsible for four other people, three who are children, one of those not being biologically mine, therefore that much more painful the knowledge that his ineptitude, though not my fault, is my burden.
The burden of times like these when the stepson leaves the broom somehow jammed in the kitchen door and the cat wedges it open while we are all asleep to escape to the freedom of the great outdoors at 11 pm. So what do we know about me aside from the fact that I will wake my husband out of a sound sleep to chase our feline escapee around the neighborhood in our underwear at ungodly hours of the night?
Well, I am married, a mother of three. One is my stepson-age 12, next is my son-age 7, and last is my youngest son-age 5. My husband is in the Navy. I used to be in the Navy too. I don’t like to talk about it–I have mixed feelings about not being on active duty anymore.
Relief mingled with regret.
But it’s too much to mention now–let’s save that for another blogging day! I have a dog, a black lab/golden retriever mix who has identity issues (she thinks she is a cat), and the aforementioned feline. He has an attitude as big as his orange body.
My secret married behavior is napping while all the kids are at school instead of doing more important things like chores, errands, or work. I don’t always admit to my low-key depression, but I am pretty sure that my husband knows I do this, even though he is kind enough not to beleaguer me about it. I think…
It’s not the healthiest way of coping with not being the breadwinner, or at least a equal bread-maker, anymore.
Well, that is enough about me for the moment. This section has undergone serious revision as I realized I was revealing too much (like I have to leave something to mystery) and felt I should hold back, this being my first post after all. And wasn’t this supposed to be about my cat?
