Um... "What next?!?!" is what I'd like to say - no, scream, right now. I was meaning to write up a post about our pet rat, Scrappy, and how badly she has deteriorated over the last 6 weeks. I have it mostly typed up, but not quite ready to submit on the blog.... it's not written with humor and is mostly a big downer so people may not want to read it anyway...
Tomorrow kiddo won't be going to school. He'll miss the first day back from Spring Break because he did something to his back. Ahhhhhhhh. He was all lookin' at his back in the mirror of the bathroom today before we left for my family's home. Tonight he tells me it hurt. Sure 'nuf - you apply pressure to his lower back (either side of the spine) and he's in pain. So we've got him freakin' out that something is very wrong with him and he's freakin' out that he has to miss school and go to the Dr. He's crying, he's a mess.
Finally get him calmed down.
I come out, Scrappy, our rat is a total mess. She can't lift herself up and is trying to. It is the saddest thing I've seen in my life and I've seen plenty. But this is just so pathetic and sad.... I'm crying - gah.
I try to watch TV.... then kiddo comes out (keep in mind at this point it's midnight and he went to bed at 8 pm but kept getting up to use the bathroom, etc.) with tears in his eyes and says, "Mom, I think I'm really getting sad about Scraps." Then the tears start rolling. I hold him, we cry. He sits down with me and we channel surf until we feel a little better.
What a night. I need a little time away to have the breakdown I deserve. Tomorrow keeps getting better. *sarcasm* No school now - Dr. instead. Providing Scrappy lives through the night I need to pick up a couple of things that we'll need to put her to sleep [forever]. I have to go to the grocery store which is always a joy especially with the kid. Scrappy will die tomorrow if not before. We'll bury her. We'll drive all the way to xxxxx to let kiddo pick out a new rat.
Can I just go to bed for a few days instead? Can I call in sick tomorrow? Oh, that's right. Mom's don't get sick days. Not even when they really are sick.
I've got a killer headache. I'm going to bed. I hope I can sleep. I hope kiddo's Dr. can get him in tomorrow without a fuss. I hope he doesn't freak out too much with the Dr.
For real. Awful Monday ahead.