Four Feet More

Things began to go a bit better today. It's not that any problems at school were resolved - far from it. But I've kind of graduated into the "acknowledge and move on" phase. Sure there are things about education that suck, and I may not stay in this profession forever. But while I’m at it, I’ve got to do the best job possible and try to keep the complaints to a minimum. They don’t really change anything anyway (but it does feel good to vent sometimes).

So now, the kids are in bed, Jeff just left to meet with a client, and I’m about to settle down to an evening of “Survivor” and knitting. But I thought I’d check on Rupert (my cat) first. I heard some hacking noises upstairs and wanted to make sure the poor guy was feeling OK. I hunkered down next to him and began petting his chin, just the way he likes it. He lifted his head, in what I thought was feline bliss... and then proceeded to projectile vomit all over my hand.

It was not pleasant. In fact, I almost got sick right along with him.

*sigh* I need to remember my mantra: Acknowledge and move on.... Acknowledge and move on....

And I'm going to do that. As soon as I'm done cleaning up the mess.