Friday, October 23, 2009

Not the Best Birthday

Yesterday was my birthday, and it wasn't the best one I've ever had, I have to say. First, Jamie is still sick, so there's all the worry about getting him feeling better (and all the whining and clingyness I have to deal with because he doesn't feel good), and then there's the fact that I still had to go to work. Then, when I get to work, I find out I'm going to have to stay late. I was originally told it would only be about 30 minutes. NOT! I worked 2.5 hours later than normal because we had a report that had to be turned in that day for a legal case. Grrrrr!

Then, when I got home, I had to help Jamie type up and submit via e-mail the school assignments that he didn't turn in when he was supposed to. This is the end of the grading period, so everything had to be in by today. If he had been well enough to go to school, he could have turned them in then, but I'm keeping him home again to allow him to completely get over the crud he has, as well as to not pick up more germs while he's still trying to fight off something else. Anyway, this kept me up until around midnight.

Then, this morning, I discovered that the poor, sweet kitten that I've been feeding at work and trying to find a home for had been hit by a car and killed. I couldn't take her home because 1) I'm severely allergic and so is Jamie, 2) our dogs would have eaten her alive. I tried taking her to a no-kill shelter, but they didn't have any room. The city pound is so overrun with strays that it euthanizes all unadopted animals after only 3 days, so I couldn't take her there! I had found a program that would have come and picked her up, but they couldn't come out to get her until next week. So now it is too late for that poor, sweet baby. She was not a baby-baby kitten, but wasn't full grown yet, either. She was very sweet and friendly, obviously domesticated. She just showed up one day about a month or so ago. Two weeks ago she disappeared, and I was hoping someone had taken her home. But I kept putting food and water out for her, just in case. Then this morning, she was hit right in front of my office building, right where I could see her laying in the road from my desk. I cried like a baby when I saw her!

Now I'm all head-achy and feeling discombobulated. I hope it's just from the crying, and not because I'm coming down with whatever Jamie has. When I get home tonight, I'm parking my butt on the couch and not moving unless I absolutely have to. Hopefully that will shake this tired, achy, sad feeling.

I'm sorry this is such a down post. And all those who sent me facebook birthday wishes, I haven't forgotten you, and I sincerely appreciate your wishing me a happy birthday. Love to all, and I promise to try to be in a better mood when I post next time.


Liz Harrell said...

So sorry to hear your birthday was a bummer! Hope this weekend shapes up to be a little more happy for you!

Jenn-Jenn, the Mother Hen said...

Thanks! I'm sure it will. I haven't decided yet if I'm an optimistic pessimist, or a pessimistic optimist. Either way, I know at some point that the really crappy stuff will get better, the really good stuff will sometimes be not so good, and all in all life will balance out. :-)

Jessi said...

Grown up birthdays suck! I wanna be eight again. That is all.

Jenn-Jenn, the Mother Hen said...

Personally, I liked my 7th birthday better. I got to be princess for a day, complete with tiara and frilly dress, and got an awesome dancing Barbie that I had been wanting for - like - EVER (two weeks; that's forever when you're 7). The Barbie had one leg that plugged into a stage-like thingie, then you flipped a switch on the stage, and she started doing ballet. Oh, I loved that thing... until we moved to Kentucky, and somehow in all the rush to get moved, she disappeared.

Steph said...

Oh Jenn, I'm so sorry you had such a crummy birthday. Yes, sometimes being a grownup sucks. I hope you and Jamie are both feeling better.