AM and I left a little bit before 6:45 PM.
One of the girls at the clinic had a baby a couple of weeks ago and has been on maternity leave. My very good friend at the clinic is also pregnant and is due on March 6th. We are so short handed right now that everyone is running around like their heads have been cut off. Add to this fact that the Doc has just added two more veterinarians to the practice. This means more patients to be care for with a very short staff. I have been helping up in office reception area while my part-time help covers the boarding area until 11:00 AM. After the lunch hour I usually go back to MY area and run around trying to cover the afternoon and evening shift since my part-time help is needed to cover the morning hours.
So, I've been tired.
I got home last night and spent the first hour feeding and cleaning up after the dogs and then scooping litter boxes. I sat down to the TV with a slice of cold pizza and fell asleep during one of the lame shows that was on. I had thought about getting on the computer but I felt too tried to even think and afraid that my mind couldn't form the words to type a comment on any of the blogs that I love. So I went to bed.
And then at 2:00AM
I noticed that Ruby and Twinkle were pacing on the end of the bed and then I heard a voice. Did I dream that?
I waited a moment. Nothing. I laid back down for a few minutes and then I heard a high loud CHIRP kind of SHRILL noise and then the woman's voice again. This time I heard the words...."LOW BATTERY!"
I sat up and looked at the clock on my nightstand 2 o'clock- something.
Crap. Crap. Crap. I got up and Ralphie started barking and then Twinkle. Soon everyone was up. So down the stairs we went where the rest of the dogs jumped and barked in a hysterical chorus in the laundry room. I let everyone outside and walked into the living room. That damn smoke detector.
I got out my step stool and climbed up and pulled out the battery and then put in a new one. A few minutes later, The SHRILL beep again! and the WARNING voice. I took the battery out and tried putting it in again. A few minutes later, same story. I messed with it again and the fire alarm went off.
FIRE! FIRE! I got it to stop, hopefully before I woke the whole neighbor hood up. Then I pulled the battery out and went to bed. A few minutes later. CHIRP! LOW BATTERY! Yep, the backup battery or something was working. I still have no idea why but I laid there and pressed my pillows against my ears.
This morning I dragged into work and found my friend and her husband dropping off her dogs for me to board. She was going into LABOR early! What a day. Now we were down TWO people. We all did the best we could and joked how we going to go home have a drink or two.
I called my sister on the drive home but no answer. As I pulled into the driveway, she called me back. She was at the hospital with my youngest niece who had an appendicitis attack and was going into surgery in a few minutes! Then she called back and told me that my niece was now IN surgery. I told her that I thought my friend was in the same hospital and then 20 minutes later, my sister called again and said that she had just visited my friend in her room and she was in a lot of pain and at the end of her labor. Then she called me back even later to say that my niece was out of surgery and doing well.
During all these phone calls I replaced the battery with an expensive one that I had bought on my lunch break but apparently I didn't "click" it into place because it fell from the wall with the wires hanging. I attempted to put it back up when I accidentally set off the fire alarm again and then voice was shouting FIRE! FIRE! from that smoke detector and the one in the upstairs hallway! FINALLY, I got it turned off and put up back up.
I poured myself a cocktail.
As I look around I see that my house has really slid into disarray. There are piles of laundry, books, and shopping bags sitting on the chair inside the door. My enclosed front porch has become the catch-all place for STUFF. The recycling is sitting out there waiting to be carried to the outside bin and bags of kitty litter need to be carried inside and downstairs. I feel like I'm living in THAT house. The one where one more pile of laundry or bag of canned cat food will make it ready to be on that hoarders/junk show!
I have to get some sleep and then I have to get this place together. MY battery is LOW!
So I might have to step back and get it together.
I might not be around for the weekend or for a week or....I just need to get it together. So that I can think.
Take care and please don't forget about me! I adore you all but I just need a little break.
XOXOXO - Cindi