Life has a way of making fun of you me when you I are am feeling all profound and full of self-importance.
I am an Obama supporter, vocal in my claims of doing anything I have to do to get him into office. The operative word is anything, and just to be clear by anything I meant anything (except huge donations donations or traveling around the country of course).
Eric, Son No. 2, a first time voter and Obama supporter, came to me a few weeks ago and said “you are a huge Obama supporter aren’t you mom?”
“Why yes I am, you know that, and by the way are you calling me fat?”
“Ha ha ha, Mom you are so funny. Do you remember my friend Jason? He is on Obama’s campaign staff and he needs a HUGE favor. And you will do ANYTHING to help Obama, right Mom?”
“Well yes” I said starting to get that sick feeling of accountability dread.
“Jason has a cat, a nice cat, and he has to go to Colorado, and maybe other places – can we watch his cat?”
“Yes, but only if I meet him and he gets along with the other cats.”
“Okay mom – you’re the best!”
Fast forward to last Friday evening, Ev’s 7th birthday celebration, with me sick as a dog and Jacob, still unsteady from his seizure, both of us grateful for Eric’s efforts to make Ev’s party all that we wanted it to be.
He worked like a dog while Jacob and I were at the ER and Ev’s mom was treating Ev and her friend to an afternoon of fun things.
The smoke from the candles on Ev’s cake had barely cleared when Eric pulled me aside.
“I did good mom, didn’t I? I am really trying to be helpful – did you have a good time – is there anything else I can do?”
“No honey, thank you so much.” Hugs followed.
“Uh, mom remember my friend Jason? He leaves for Colorado tomorrow so I am bringing his cat over in a little bit.”
“Uh, WHAT – we don’t even know if he will get along with Mittens and Cloud.”
“Yes he will, he is a nice cat.”
And for the first few days he was. Until I penned the beautiful and probably too self-important post about Jacob and I was feeling all like I was the best mother ever.
Thornton brought me down to earth fast.
Last night while I was attempting to write another heartfelt what a good mom I am post – Thornton started to act odd, scratching around the family room, and especially on the BRAND NEW DOG BED I just got for Jacob’s dogs, TH and Chaucer.
“What are you doing Thornton?”
Then I made the mistake of looking away. A moment later a smell not unlike the bowels of hell assailed my nostrils.
“What the FUCK!”
Thornton took a dump on the dog’s bed.
I cursed and cleaned and then dragged my weary ass to bed where again ….
“What the FUCK?”
On my sheets, on my just CLEAN sheets and just clean comforter and floor there was kitty puke with a 3 foot spatter pattern.
I fell to my knees and renounced my self-important and heartfelt postings. Internets – I have been warned.