i didn't get to any of the outside clean ups yesterday...but the shop/suite/bathroom/mp room/ex-kitten areas are all done. taking the recycling in was huge because garbage was mixed up with recycling and many of the bins had no blue bags so i had to bag everything. that sucked in the rain. and we were short staffed again yesterday which didn't help.
when i get home tonight..the crunch is on....TG arrives on wed with a load of dogs to meet their new families. "the national" is filming on wed too. yvette is bringing us a new addition...maggie is a little terminal cancer dog who is coming here for tender loving, palliative care (TLPC). thursday we have a high school group visiting and friday, a diabetic dog is arriving from alberta. he is a multi-poo and he is a favor to beagle-paws rescue that helped me with finding blind packer a great beagle home.
i was again in bed and asleep by 9 pm last night...i don't know what the hell is wrong with me. the dark, sleeping hours when the dogs are all peacefully resting is my most productive working on extra things time, the daily stuff is all done by then and if i want, i can do the extra things.
i think i was maybe feeling sad about toby, i really am going to miss him.
well...this room has been de-pooped and de-pee'd and so has the kitchen...i skipped out of my bedroom real quick cuz i wasn't awake enough to deal with that....but i guess i am now...sigh.
one of the vets reminded me yesterday that our bill is getting pretty high again...shit that just started me adding everyone up in my head, coming up with an approx. new total of $15,000 and started my worry cycle all over again.
i gotta stop doing sick and senior (and incontinent) animals....lately it just feels like it is all just too much for me.
i feel like this alot lately....i guess it is time to come up with a new plan...quitting isn't a good option for the animals (altho it might be for me) i guess i better look at other things.
clean up...tune up...tighten up....and see if i can get this floundering animal ark into less worrisome waters.
i so suck at being the captain of this rescue ship.
where is noah when you need him?
the other day i heard on the radio that some rich man, paid some rich recording artist 1.4 million dollars to sing at his 16 year old daughters birthday party....sadly, for the first time in my entire life i felt that pointless and self-defeating green envy thing.
while it is an utter useless waste of money..... why do i even care?...its not my money...(but i wanted it to be.)
shame on me.