Wow. Has it really been 4 days since my last post? Time just flies when you’re…. working.
I’m not complaining. Really, I’m not. I still like my job, but it’s a tiring one. The good news is, it has rained ALL day, EVERY day for the past FOUR days, and I haven’t minded ONE BIT! I feel bad for our guests, but I have to be stuck inside anyway, so it can rain all it wants. I have Tuesday off this week, and the sun is expected to be out by then. Hooray for me!
Hubby, on the other hand, can’t find much to be happy about. His mom’s health is declining rapidly, yet she’s still holding on. She has needed round the clock care for the past 3 weeks, and hubby has taken most of it on himself.
Right before she got really sick, she asked him to not put her in a nursing home. He promised her he wouldn’t, and he’s holding true to his word.
The hospice nurse comes regularly, and his two siblings will relieve him for a few hours at a time, but for the most part, he is her caregiver, spending the day and night by her side. And she has grown so attached to him, that when he leaves, she’ll ask over and over again where he is. She has reverted back to being a child, in ALL ways, which requires an extreme amount of patience on his part. He looks forward to her naps, and tries to fit some time in for himself and his work when she does.
I’m really beginning to miss him around here, but I find what he’s doing incredibly admirable. She has always been very unselfish and giving towards others, and he’s making sure it’s her turn to be taken care of now.
Not only do I miss him, but it’s obvious the pets do too. Chancie mopes around and is constantly asking to go out and then come back in. She’s not sure what to do now that she can’t spend her days laying at his feet.
The cat has taken to begging me for his daily rubbing. ME. I don’t do daily rubbings. But he forces himself in front of me while I’m trying to brush my teeth, purring loudly to convince me to scratch behind his ears. If I push him aside, he pulls out the bigger guns – a sweet face, a seductive purr, and a come hither wave with his paws.
I end up feeling sorry for him and will give him a very productive, 30-second rub down. After all, he’s grown quite used to Hubby petting him continuously while working on his computer. AND, he’s had a rough go with something that’s causing his nose to be stuffy. He sniffs and sneezes and sparkles when he breathes. Picture the sound (picture the sound??) a sparkler makes, and that’s how he sounds when he breathes.
It doesn’t seem to bother him too much. He still has his normal appetite, but his drinking has increased dramatically! I can’t keep him out of my sink!
My faucet has a very slow leak, so he’ll sit under that when ever he can, to play with the drips and then drink them up. It used to be quite funny. Now, it drives me crazy.
But yet, I remain patient. Heck, if my hubby can do what he’s doing, what’s a little fur ball in my sink?