Well. That was fantastic.
Harried Mum came home last night, went to make herself a small snack after a hard day at the office, and then noticed the cat was bleeding from her tail.
After a frantic call to the vet, Harried Mum did the following:
1. went upstairs and dug the cat carrier out from the Very Back of the Closet. And did this take forever, and involve hitting her head on the stupidly low roof several times as she wrestled with recalcitrant objects? Yes. It did.
2. chased the cat out from under the bed with a poking stick. Was this fun for either of us? No. It was not.
3. inserted the cat in the cat carrier. See above.
4. corralled 2 small children, got the correct feet into the right shoes, and coats on bodies. Kids thought it was FAB to be going out at bedtime.
5. drove to vet. Couldn't find anywhere to park. Freaking London.
6. dragged totally miserable cat in huge carrier, one toddler and one five year old for what felt like miles to vet. See above.
7. threatened children with no chocolate for the rest of their lives ever and then bribed them with the iPad to sit still at the vet. They still thought the whole thing was FAB.
8. held cat down while she shed all over me from stress to let the vet try to check her wounds.
Ultimately, we had to leave her there to be sedated so the vet could examine her properly as she wouldn't let him near her. Poor Psycho Cat. It transpires she had sliced her tail on something and then developed an abcess which burst - hence the bleeding. She had surgery and is now sitting on my lap, wearing a cone of shame, which she LOATHES, and with a drain in her tail - so she's oozing all over my blanket.
Aside from being stressful and unpleasant for everyone, it also cost the largest amount of money I have ever spent on an animal. We are eating beans and toast for dinner for the next 2 months.
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Friday, April 10, 2015
Things We Did on Holiday
Well.
The Reids have taken another unintentionally comic holiday. We just make such POOR CHOICES.
This time, it was the Lake District for a week in Spring. Otherwise known as the Time of Sideways Rain. Also, Snow. Literally. Snow. I mean, really. It's April!
We froze our bits off. Fun Daddy was very serene about it, as it gave him the opportunity to spend ludicrous amounts of money on outdoor kit. We could have survived a blizzard, when really, it was just a bit wet and cold.
Trouble, who is remarkably cheerful under any circumstances, was happy to stomp around wherever we were - car museum, indoor play space, great grandma's house, etc. It's all the same to him.
Lunatic Child started out the week extremely unimpressed with the choice of venue. He complained vociferously about the smell of cow pats... 'They Stink!' and was anxious that there were no shops around. 'What do we do if we need milk?' By the end of the week, however, he was in tears that we didn't live on a farm, due to his spiritual kinship with next-door's dog. The dog just wanted to fetch the stick. Lunatic Child was delighted to throw the stick. It could have gone on for years.
There was also some major excitement to be had. It's not all Grim Up North. We saw Royalty in the form of Prince Charles! There he was! In the flesh! The kids were wildly unimpressed, but I think Fun Daddy was secretly really excited. As an American, I had to pretend that it was all beneath me... But I confess that if it was Kate and Wills, however, I would have been freaking out. On the inside.
We also saw History. Really Old Stuff! There was a day where there was at least 2 minutes of sunshine. We went to a Roman Army Museum and walked along Hadrian's Wall. It was just lovely. The Lake District is amazingly beautiful. We also went to an active dig where they're excavating an old Roman Fort. Lunatic Child pretended to be an archaeologist all afternoon while we looked at a series of small walls. We found out how the Romans made the cement that's kept Hadrian's Wall stuck together all this time. A real archaeologist told us! Possibly, Harried Mum was more excited about this than Lunatic Chid.
Trouble said the words 'sheep!' and 'cows!' approximately eleventy-million times. He's finally starting to talk a lot more and likes to tell us off by wagging his finger at us.
We spent some time with Fun Daddy's family - the kids got to see their great-grandparents, and it's a privilege that they still have the opportunity to meet them. We also had a really lovely time with great aunties and uncles and cousins. Thanks so much guys!!
We made it there and back with no major traffic issues, everyone was hale and whole upon our return and one day the kids slept until 8:30am. So, all in all, it was a relaxing and lovely holiday, and we fared rather better than the ski holiday, but Harried Mum still feels like she is owed a beach holiday with some mai tais and a pool.
The Reids have taken another unintentionally comic holiday. We just make such POOR CHOICES.
This time, it was the Lake District for a week in Spring. Otherwise known as the Time of Sideways Rain. Also, Snow. Literally. Snow. I mean, really. It's April!
We froze our bits off. Fun Daddy was very serene about it, as it gave him the opportunity to spend ludicrous amounts of money on outdoor kit. We could have survived a blizzard, when really, it was just a bit wet and cold.
Trouble, who is remarkably cheerful under any circumstances, was happy to stomp around wherever we were - car museum, indoor play space, great grandma's house, etc. It's all the same to him.
Lunatic Child started out the week extremely unimpressed with the choice of venue. He complained vociferously about the smell of cow pats... 'They Stink!' and was anxious that there were no shops around. 'What do we do if we need milk?' By the end of the week, however, he was in tears that we didn't live on a farm, due to his spiritual kinship with next-door's dog. The dog just wanted to fetch the stick. Lunatic Child was delighted to throw the stick. It could have gone on for years.
There was also some major excitement to be had. It's not all Grim Up North. We saw Royalty in the form of Prince Charles! There he was! In the flesh! The kids were wildly unimpressed, but I think Fun Daddy was secretly really excited. As an American, I had to pretend that it was all beneath me... But I confess that if it was Kate and Wills, however, I would have been freaking out. On the inside.
We also saw History. Really Old Stuff! There was a day where there was at least 2 minutes of sunshine. We went to a Roman Army Museum and walked along Hadrian's Wall. It was just lovely. The Lake District is amazingly beautiful. We also went to an active dig where they're excavating an old Roman Fort. Lunatic Child pretended to be an archaeologist all afternoon while we looked at a series of small walls. We found out how the Romans made the cement that's kept Hadrian's Wall stuck together all this time. A real archaeologist told us! Possibly, Harried Mum was more excited about this than Lunatic Chid.
Trouble said the words 'sheep!' and 'cows!' approximately eleventy-million times. He's finally starting to talk a lot more and likes to tell us off by wagging his finger at us.
We spent some time with Fun Daddy's family - the kids got to see their great-grandparents, and it's a privilege that they still have the opportunity to meet them. We also had a really lovely time with great aunties and uncles and cousins. Thanks so much guys!!
We made it there and back with no major traffic issues, everyone was hale and whole upon our return and one day the kids slept until 8:30am. So, all in all, it was a relaxing and lovely holiday, and we fared rather better than the ski holiday, but Harried Mum still feels like she is owed a beach holiday with some mai tais and a pool.
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