I just looked at the calendar and realized I have 3 weeks and one day until I leave for the UK. Again.
Not only am I not ready to leave, I’m not even done planning. Never mind the fact that one of my cats decided to “baptize” the very suitcase I was planning on using for my trip. No, I’m not joking. She’s a naughty one, and her name is Pichu – after the Pokemon. (Ok, so my son went through a Pokemon phase a few years back when Pichu and her brother Smokey came to live with us…) The funny thing is that Pichu is named aptly, as she does exactly that: pees and chews. She’s ruined more cords than any other animal we’ve ever had, included our dog Retro – RIP, who completely ate (and I do mean ATE) our then dining room window blinds. *sigh* Anyway, Pichu is well known in our house for showing her displeasure by peeing on just about anything including suitcases and dance bags. She once peed on a pile of my clothing simply because I chose to shut the door (and she was in the room with me). She gave me a “look”, walked right over and peed on the clothing. Those who say animals don’t do this sort of thing out of malice haven’t met my cat. Its miraculous she’s lived this long, and after her little stunt on Friday…well…its just a good thing that I don’t believe in spanking. My husband has been doing quite a bit of traveling lately and decided not to put the suitcases away, so she let us know how she felt about his traveling, apparently. What’s more, the suitcases were stacked, and so after we moved the first suitcase – she peed on the one underneath. Like I said, her long life is nothing short of a miracle.
So, it appears I may need to shop for a new suitcase. Soon.
In the meantime, I’m biting my nails over the idea of leaving for a week. You’d think by now I’d be a pro at this, but I am not. I know how much driving my husband is in for, and I also know that my son will be going through school finals for the first time while I’m gone. He doesn’t have the best study habits on the planet, so I’m concerned – my husband isn’t necessarily the best at remembering to help out with that sort of thing. My oldest will probably be just fine, but I know she misses me while I’m gone, and then there’s the little one. She’s already telling me that she’s going to miss me, and was pretty indignant when I gently broke the news to her that I’d be leaving again for this trip. She thinks Duran Duran should just come and play at our house. I really like that kid. 😀 Regardless, I am well aware of what I’m leaving and what will be awaiting me upon my return, hence my nail biting. Its no wonder I have short nails.
-R
