Please drink the Kool-Aid

My father was in the hospital for several days. I’m concerned about his health. He’s always been such a strong person and it’s difficult to see him on a walker now that he’s home. He seems to be doing better so that much is good, but I expect he’ll be on the walker the rest of his life.

I would imagine in the next few days we’ll take the kids up to visit him. We’ve always taken the kids to see him fairly often but I feel moreso like we should now.

Recently – after Jon and I have tired of them going through four bottles of juice a week – the kids have been introduced to Kool-Aid. Granted, it sort of goes against a lot for me as I hate artificial colours and/or flavors but it’s cheap, the kids love it, and they are getting a lot of water this way.

Our cat, Uber, recently ran off. Sunday night he slid past me at the front door and we haven’t seen him since. It’s very unlike him to want outside. Jon wondered if Uber was crawling away and dying like cats sometimes do. I’m really quite sad about this. He was the sweetest cat. Don’t get me wrong, he had his stubborn, shitty moments but all in all he was a good cat. He liked to snuggle up with me and Henry sometimes when we would take a nap. I miss his furry self. He was a very unique cat. He will be missed.

Additionally, Jon told me he wanted rid of Max (the dog). To say the timing sucked would be an understatement. I mean, here my cat goes missing and he wants me to get rid of the silly little dog that I’ve taken a liking to. I know nothing about housebreaking a dog, I admit it! I’m doing the best I can with what little knowledge I have. I shouldn’t have brought the dumb little dog home. I’ve already got my hands full with everything else, I should have known better. I feel like now he’s here so I need to keep to the commitment I made him. Silly, I know, but it’s the way I feel.

The kids are doing well. I’m about to start off-ing them, but they’re well.