I left the house at 8:15 this morning with the other commuters to be at Petsmart as they opened. I had to deal with a major mess there and was happy to see two of our other volunteers there with smiling faces to greet me. They have no idea how their smiles gave me strength and support during a very difficult situation.
It's been a tragic couple of days. I've been treading water and knew without a doubt that there would be days like this when I started the rescue. Kitten season brings out the worst in me. I'm watching our bank balance drop exponentially which only happens during kitten season. Those little dudes are expensive when they get sick.
I feel like if I had 24 hours without anything going wrong, I'd be OK. But I never seem to catch my breath between each crisis. I had an adopter call me this afternoon and leave a nasty message, that he tried to call me last week about the kitten he adopted a two months ago that now has worms. His vet bill is $400.00 and he wants his money and a phone call back. "I didn't call you back because you're a moronic douche" (But I'll call him back tonight).
There's something about these days that kick you in the head over and over again until you're finally numb. I think I'm reaching that "numb" part. :)
I feel badly for the foster parents after a blog post like this. I get emails that start with, "I know you've had a rough few days and I hate to bring this up but....." It really truly is OK! I signed up for this. If I didn't rant and vent here, where could I?
On top of everything else, our house still hasn't sold and we stand a very good chance to own both houses in another 30 days. I've had to turn that stress mess over to David because I don't think I want to take on that problem too. Those of you who have read my blog over the past 4 years know that with rescue brings periodic meltdowns.
I'm not melting down yet....but am definitely feeling the burn.