I need another plate…

Ever have those days or weeks when you think you just have too much on your plate? Well, I think I’m having one of those months. The heat wave is killing me, I’m feeling totally scattered and unfocused on the work front — lots of waiting to hear back from people, time delays, blah, blah, blah — Greta is going through a very defiant stage, the holidays are suddenly very real and in definite need of planning, and worst of all, the cat peed on our new bed. Yes, we finally bought a new bed last month and it’s been awesome, you know, except for when the cats pees on it.

In Nigella’s defense (that’s the cat, BTW) she’s had a lot of houseguests the past two weeks and this week there’s a dog in the house too, so, I’m thinking she felt the need to mark her terrority or something. But, man, finding that pee on he bed about an hour before we were thinking of heading to bed was not fun. Even less fun was heading to the laundromat with a pee-soaked comforter, duvet cover and sheet set at 11:30PM. Urgh…at least the place wasn’t crowded, and, they do have really speedy WiFi, so, I got to write most of this post there, which was kinda awesome. But, come on, cat, can’t you pee somewhere easier to clean?! Yikes…

Oh yeah, and on top of all that, the debates really bummed me out. Sorry, but they did. Normally, I try not to get too political here, but, WTF, man?! Obama looked like a zombie! I know he’s busy and shit, but, come on, dude, pick up the pace. Smile a little, laugh, look lively! Urgh…he was like the ghost of Nixon up there. Sure, Obama had (most of) his facts straight, but Romney looked like a freaking movie star, and nobody cares about facts when you’re squaring off against a movie star. Even Romney’s tie was better. I mean, the dude was glowing.

All I know is that Obama is gonna have to really step up his game if he’s gonna seal this deal. Which means I have one more thing to worry about. Urgh, somebody wake me up when it’s all over.

Oooo, speaking of sleep, gotta run, my pee sheets are done…

The crying game…

I don’t know if it was the gloomy weather outside or what, but, I swear, it felt like Greta cried all day long yesterday. She wasn’t sick, or overtired or hungry. Nope, as far as I can tell, she just felt like crying…about everything. All. Day. Long. She cried when a car outside drove by too fast, and when the DVD player took too long to load (actually, I cry about that sometimes too…stupid slow-loading Blu-Rays!) hell, she even cried about crying. Seriously. She said she was sad because she’d been crying too much. I was like, hello, there is a cure for that!

Urgh, I spent so much time trying to stop her from crying that at the end of the day all I wanted to do was cry. No, not cry. I wanted to break down, TV-movie-style: yelling at her to shut the hell up, throwing my frying pan at the wall, ending with the dramatic collapse into heaving sobs on the kitchen floor. Like all good Lifetime movie crazies I would’ve felt terrible about it all the minute after it happened, but, wow, did I wanna throw some kitchen goods yesterday. Yikes…

Luckily, Mrs. Yeti read the writing on the wall (or perhaps the glazed, diary-of-a-mad-househusband look in my eyes) and took over the Greta wrangling chores the minute she came home. The crying and dramatics didn’t stop, but, my distance from them helped keep me sane long enough to cook dinner — yes, even cooking dinner was a relief, and, no, I didn’t throw any pots or pans — and clean up. Hell, I even had time to finish organizing and backing up the music files on our laptop. Hooray!

Of course, this morning Greta woke up all smiles and sunshine, so, I’m guessing (or hoping!) that the waterworks will be more of an every other day event, but, who knows. All I know is that if this stage is gonna be around for a while, I’m gonna need to get me some serious earplugs…