Their favorite play place is the Giant’s Feet.
We are T-5 days until Wedding Launch, and preparations are in full swing. By “in full swing” I mean I’m hanging with the cat toddlers, drinking coffee, and writing you. BUT I will shortly head to the Den of Iniquity known colloquially as Costco to buy a wedding feast. So today I am doing All the Hard Things. (Also, I haven’t Costcoed in at least three years because I am masterful at avoiding shopping, so if you’re fluent in Costco and you know what brunch-style food I should buy, DO TELL. I’m flying by the seat of my pants over here.)
Mental health remains iffy. By which I mean I’m fine for now, but as we enter crunch time, I’ll need to be diligent. Take my meds EVERY DAY, ON TIME. Eat breakfast. Breathe 3 deep breaths. Stretch. And yes, I understand intellectually that these are Normal Tasks in which Regular Humans participate without calendar reminders and timers and friends assigned to ask if I’m conducting Basic Self Care… but not me. 🙌🏼 Wheeee! There is no self-recrimination here. It just is truth. What is required to get me through Big Fun Things in one piece.
In Gratitude News, I’d like to note:
1) We appear to be 4+ days POST-poopocalypse. The poopsplosions are gone as if they never were. The combo of Quantum fully recovering from mastitis and kittens leveling up is a game changer. Which reminds me of one of the Tenets of Parenthood—this, too, shall pass. THANK GOD.
2) Mary and Jane are gaining weight better than ever. Especially Janey who’s determined to be one of the Big Kittens. Mary’s catching on, though. Making progress every hour.
3) I can’t say this one out loud because I don’t want to jinx it, but the W-E-A-T-H-E-R for the W-E-D-D-I-N-G D-A-Y in O-R-E-G-O-N looks like it might be A-W-E-S-O-M-E. 🤞🏼🙏🏼
This concludes this morning’s report. If I’m not back from Costco by this evening, I’m lost and injured and scared and you should send a rescue team.
I survived Costco! And now I’m recovering with kittens. This is Quark, peeking over my knee, sucking away stress. That FACE. Gah.
P.S. IDK why I get a sticker when I vote or give blood but not when I survive Costco. Surviving Costco is way, WAY harder.