I’ve been doing this thing on Facebook where I share “5 Positives” each night before bed; but tonight’s post would be:
I’m positive that today sucked.
I started a beautiful new life by moving out of my brother’s house, getting off of my brother’s couch, and renting my own room from a person who is not related to me. It’s scary, but it’s exciting, too. At age 50, I am finally adulting.
So what’s the problem?
My cat. My cat that I brought from Israel (at a cost of over $1,000.)
She was screaming all night long.
I separated her from her boyfriend, you see, and I did not realize that they would both react so strongly. He was screaming all night, too, I’m told.
It seemed like a really good plan to me. Leave the boy cat at the boy house with the 3 boys. Take the girl cat to the girl house with the 3 girls. But the cats wouldn’t have it. I haven’t had 4 hours of straight sleep in over a week. I was so damn tired. Also tired of chasing the cat around my bedroom at 4:01 AM, trying to shush her because my brand new roommates have to work in the morning.
Being sleep-deprived, I began having violent thoughts. I’m ashamed of the ideas that popped into my head. For example, putting the cat -whom I dearly love- putting her to sleep (AKA murdering her) so I could just get some sleep. I was feeling very empathetic towards parents of newborn babies, who get woken up every 10 minutes. Sleep deprivation gave me crazy thoughts after only 4 nights. Babies cry for over a year.
After 9 nights, I had to take her back to my brother’s house to be with her cat husband. I had to admit that it was selfish and egocentric of me to keep her with me. She’s my little piece of Israel and here I was going to kill her for some damn sleep! Life isn’t fair sometimes.
She’s safe and sound now in her happy place that she knows, running and playing with her boyfriend cat – and I am alone. I promise… we are both going to be okay. There is nothing new under the sun and this too shall pass because everything is temporary in life.