New blog...first confessions! A very exciting time! So what shall I be this week?
This week I'm a cat killer, however, the cat isn't actually dead yet, so I guess I would be a hopeful cat killer? Hopeful is such a strong word when you're talking about death, don't you think? So, maybe hopeful isn't the word I was looking for. Whatever, maybe it is. Does that make me a terrible person? Yes, really are you one to judge? The said cat that I would like 6 feet under belongs to my parents (I'm an adult with a family of my own, in case you wonder). The reason I want the fluff ball swimming with the fishes is that one of my children is deathly allergic to cats, yes, asthma, hives, swelling, sneezing, inching, coughing you name it and he gets it. Makes for a wonderful visit to Grandmother's house! I drug my kid up for days and then make sure we have all the proper meds with us before we visit, makes me feel like parent of the year.
Have I told my parents about the allergy to Fluffy? No...why you ask? Well, I don't want to hurt their feelings, how messed up is that? I would rather my child have a asthma attach, no, I don't want that either. Do I think my parents know about the allergy, yes, they know. When their grandchild has to use his rescue inhaler 5 times during a 3 hour visit, they know, they choose to play ostridge (which is where I learned it).
It plays out like this. I take my child to an allergist who wants to do allergy shots, great sign us up. My child has such bad reactions to the shots we have to shut them down, great back to square one. My mother is so upset that I would put my child through this she calls me out on it. WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK I'M DOING THE SHOTS FOR? Fun? So, now it's will the freaking cat live and my child will not get to spend any time at his grandparents house or will the cat die and we can visit? At this point it's not looking good....for visits.
I'll keep you posted. The hopeful cat killer.
