I'm only blogging so I can put off editing this morning. Haven't had the coffee yet and my mind isn't into it.
Have I ever told you if my cat meows at me ONE more time I'm going to put earplugs in? Notice I wouldn't out a hand on HIM other than to pet him. This is the kind of sap I am. I am a slave to my animals. I hand-feed the new dog Sallie because I worry she won't eat. I give up most of my bed space to my other dog Shiba who wants to sleep sideways. I give Cosmo the cat something every time he meows. I don't throw him off me when he sleeps on my hip and wakes me up by walking all over my legs. I don't smack the other cat Fiona when she poops on the floor out of rebellion because we got a new dog. And if she scratches me, I excuse her immediately, rationalizing that she is entitled to bad moods just like the rest of us.
So the Cosmo continues to meow at me. And I continue to try to figure out what he means. I feed him a little, give him a little catnip, pet him. But it doesn't stop. He interrupts my thoughts and my typing. I am telling you, the ear plugs are coming next so my hyperactive mothering instinct will shut off for at least a few hours.
Here's another thing I've been doing which annoys me and makes the kids wonder what's wrong with their mother. I forget myself and help them put on their coats. I cut up their baked potatoes. I untie their shoes so they can get out of the house on time. WTF?? "Um mom.....why are you doing that?" And the latest one from my older daughter: "MOM! Why are you being so...motherly?" Uh.....I don't know. Habit? Hormones? Empty-nest- but I-don't-want-more-babies-syndrome?
Fortunately, the kids don't ACT like babies. The animals do, however. It's my own fault. I need to stop. I'm home all day with them like some stay-at-home mom. Next I will be bringing them to the park and belting them into kiddie swings.