plans

i'm typing with one hand, losing capital letters to speed it up a bit. one of the lessons of parenthood seems to be "don't make plans". i was looking forward to sleeping extra on my day off.... E must not be feeling well or something. crying out in her sleep, woke at 2:30, 4 :00, 5:30 - unusual for her. sour spit-up, leaked diaper, lots to clean up at 6 am. nowhere to put her down safely except her crib because a cat peed on her quilt-on-th-floor playspace this morning. i think it was the older one who has more reason to be jealous. we recently reduced her dose of liver-flavored Paxil; perhaps that was a bad idea. or maybe she has a uti. when the cats act up like this i feel like i need Paxil too. it's extra stressful because once they soil an area, even if it's cleaned, they go back to it. and where else are they going to go next?? what favorite things are going to get spoiled? i sure hope the quilts hold up in a hot water wash.

i've been accused of being not myself because i actually said out loud maybe i'd be willing to get rid of one of our cats. before i had emma that would be sacrilege.