Thanksgiving break is tough. Yes, I’m thankful to have the time off from the job that I’m also thankful to have, and I’m thankful for my family that I get to spend time with, but I am stupid-tired right now. Like cross-eyed tired. Like nothing makes sense type of tired.
Thanksgiving break means traveling, sleeping at least two nights in a bed that isn’t mine, meal agendas that don’t seem to stop, familial pressure to go Black Friday shopping all with the untouched bag of grading looming over my head. The last three days have been about recouping sleep and furiously grading.
Olivia contributed to the stress of travel and my lack of sleep. Over the holiday she was on three different meds and canned food, none of which I would make my cat sitter deal with daily. So Olivia went to Grammie’s. On both 2 1/2 hour drives, she kept up a constant commentary from the backseat carrier.
Olivia: (tiny kitten voice) “Mew”
Olivia: (louder) “Meow”
Olivia: (louder) “Wow!”
Olivia: (I don’t think you heard me!) “MeWOW!”
Olivia: (Upgrade on volume to ailing walrus) “WWWWAAAAUUUUUURRRGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
She was quiet for about 20 minutes in the second half of both trips. While the silence was appreciated, I, of course, had to start worrying that something was wrong.
However back at home, Olivia Wigglebothum was ready to play fetch. As long as that meant I could sit on the couch while she brought me mousies, we were fine.
She’s a champ, however I’m beat down.
I know I’m tired when in the middle of making dinner tonight, I whipped around and aggressively addressed all four very concerned looking cats.
Me: “MOMMY IS GOING TO HAVE A GLASS OF WINE WITH DINNER! YES SHE IS!!! THAT IS WHAT’S UP! WHITE GOES WITH SALMON.”
Sookie suggested that as long as I was going to abuse substances to relax, I should just go with The Nip. I refreshed the catnip toys when I got home and she drenched one in tiger slobber.
I need a break.