No, my husband is not biting my ankles, but Coco is! Every time I sit at the computer desk she sneaks up under my chair and nips at my ankles…what’s that all about?
But seriously, between having my husband here for the past two months and Coco wanting my undivided attention 24/7 I have to wonder how other wives/mothers manage to get out of the house in one piece.
Yes, I love them both, but basta! My husband is great, but ahem, we all have our ‘habits’. His being of the ‘leave the socks on the bathroom floor’ kind and mine being the ‘nagging housewife’ kind about the smelly sock invasion. Perhaps he is never home long enough for proper sock training? Did I also mention that he used my toothbrush this morning because his was already packed? Ahhh, wedded bliss, there’s nothing like it.
On the other hand, he takes the garbage out voluntarily and washes the dishes. He offers to give me rides to my lessons and also offers to get the frig out of my way when I’m preparing my lessons and have papers scattered on every surface in the living room.
Will someone please remind me however, that next time he comes home, to hire a maid. Maybe then I won’t be the stereotypical nagging, wife. 🙂 I don’t like to be a hot flashing, pre-menopausal nut case but alas, there’s only so much a gal can take right? I’m only 46 and my Italian doctor tells me I’m too young to be pre-menopausal (is he implying that I’m just a natural, cranky bitch then?)…perhaps he should come to my house and hang out for a while to collect the necessary data? That could be fun!
But then there is Coco…what do I do about her? My husband and I had to rig up yet another metal fence higher up on the balcony rail to stop her from her jungle Jane antics. The vet also trimmed her talon-like nails to which I am soooo grateful. Now when she kneads my head at 5:00 a.m. I’m not shrieking in pain from those little daggers she calls cute little white paws.
She has been a real trooper about being shuttled back and forth from the city to the country but now she has been offering up some interesting piles of barf on the carpet occasionally. Here’s how it works: I give her treats and special food for being such a sport about all this travelling and she returns the gratitude with a barf ball. Which begs the question, why can’t cats vomit on the floor…why is it always on the carpet? The vet said she just needs to pass a big hairball. Really? Will this happen in my lifetime because this game is getting a bit exhausting…
So now I get to be a hot-flashing, crazed lunatic picking up smelly socks and cleaning barf! Yes, my life is indeed too glamorous to brag about to all my friends. I apologize profusely for previously bragging about my vacation in Elba 🙂
Now, I must pack up Coco and some food and clothes and head to our
Villa, Mansion, Rustico, for the weekend. I can’t wait! I’m pretty sure there will be plenty of centipedes to kill and we have two guys coming to knock out the ugly fireplace too! I may have to skip that episode and come back a day earlier…Elora mentioned something about a delayed Thanksgiving turkey dinner at her house Sunday, mmmm, can’t wait 🙂