This has been a week of not having enough time for anything. I feel like I've been on the clock for 16 hour days. Every voicemail has made reference to leaving multiple messages for me and wondering when I'm going to call them back.
One voicemail came in at 10:18 a.m. this morning. The next voicemail (from the same person) came in at 12:10 wondering why I haven't called. Gratefully, one of our volunteers returned a bunch of calls for me yesterday as I was starting to get behind!
I've been rescuing quite a bit lately. I was at the shelter this morning and pulled 3 really sweet kittens for foster parents asking for them. Since his retirement, David has wanted to come with me on these ventures. It wasn't until we got home today that he said in an exasperated voice, "We've been on the road for FOUR and A HALF hours!!!"
Duh. Does he think these kittens catch a cab and deliver themselves to foster homes and vet appointments?
The inside of my car looks a garbage bin. There's spilled coffee on the console and A&W paper cups in the cup holders, and Mapquest directions on the floor. It was a really long day today and hasn't ended yet. As I type this, I'm waiting for a call back from a worried foster parent.
I think I'm going to leave David home tomorrow. He's been a trooper and gets "The Good Husband" award for hanging out with me and the cats all week. I'm going back to the shelter in the morning. Since David's retirement, I've missed my shopping detours between rescuing cats. I feel like I need a little dose of sanity and Home Sense is calling my name.