I had the most amazing day yesterday. Our fishing trip was the stuff that dreams are made of. We caught Largemouth Bass, Smallmouth Bass, Pumpkin Seeds and giant Suckers. The Ugly Sticks, the Pretty Stick and Will’s newly named Cool Stick sure got a work out. It was the most fun I’ve had fishing in years. Every time I hook one I yelled “fish on” like the great Jeremy Wade from River Monsters.
With only 7 days of school left my husband suggested I go fishing
alone one day while the kids are at school. Although it sounds appealing I don’t think I could do it. I’m too big of a scaredy-cat. Yesterday while we were fishing an old man with a cooler sat down and watched us fish while he drank beer after beer. He couldn’t speak well and seemed to have some mental issues. I’m sure the man is harmless but at the same time I just can’t help but image my lifeless body on the river bank with a pile of dead carp. I’ve watched too many movies and read too many scary books to put myself in that position.
I took the cats to the vet this morning for yearly shots. Getting them into their carriers was especially difficult. I ended up using the Animal
Planet move where you tip the carrier so the door is facing up and then drop the cats down into it. They howled in the car all the way there. By the time we arrived Maddie had two lines of drool running from her mouth to the floor of the carrier. The vet informed me that they both are overweight and may need some dental care as they have a lot of plaque on their teeth. That doesn’t surprise me considering they never brush and one weighs 11 pounds and the other 13 pounds.
The only problem I have with putting the cats on a diet is that they will drive me insane with their crying for food. They also do this little number where they run in front of your feet and try to trip you to get your attention. Even though my husband never feeds them, they try to trip him on the steps frequently. He thinks they are trying to kill him. We’ll see how many injuries will result from this cat diet.
It wasn’t the fact that he fed a balloon into the ceiling fan in his room that set me off or that I caught him trying to throw small stuffed
animals on the fan blades to give them a ride. Nope. And it wasn’t the incident where he was practicing using a scissors and cut up his sheets, pillowcase, comforter and the handles on the totes in his room. And it wasn’t when he took a small plastic box cutter to school and got in trouble for having a “weapon.” It was much worse than that.
After he was tucked in bed for the night he got up and decided to fill his Cars Nightlight with water from the fish aquarium. It was one of those moving picture type things. Thankfully my husband walked in and
Now the fish are in my kitchen (which I hate) and the nightlight has been tossed and he’s gotten the “what electricity can do to you speech” but what’s a mom to do? This kid requires 24 hour surveillance and I worry about him constantly. If this is five what will fifteen be like? (Don't answer that!)
Have an exceptional day passengers!