Dread

Within 24 hours, I am going to be packing up half my clothes, all my toiletries, 300+ Ebay items, 3 cats, 2 litterboxes and traveling for 12 hours. Sympathy, please.

I am dreading this. So, so much.

I have to clean the house, empty the fridge, wash clothes, load the car, and stop crying.

I have moved into a hotel once before for a significant time period. It sucks. And the thought of living with two cats in a hotel room for two months. I am shaking.

Oh, and two? Yes, just two. Cass is going to spend her fall vacation with my parents in their luxury digs in Dallas. Because the thought of 3 cats in a hotel room. Prozac? No, morphine drip, please.

So, I am taking the two bad ones, the undisciplined, not behaving and very much hating each other ones with me. I may be drinking as I type this.

I am not sure what the next few days will bring. Besides a lot of stress. A chance to see my parents after way, way too long. And a journey into downtown Houston with pissed off felines.

Think good thoughts please. I must be strong. I must get along. I must stop saying stupid song lyrics.