Thursday we had been relaxing at home with our crazed animals. The dog was getting on our nerves: she wanted to go out, but as soon as we got outside she realized how hot it was and then wanted to come in - this went on for hours; and Clark and I were just fed up with everything, bills, dinner choices (or lack thereof), lack of sleep, etc. That night I took the dog out again and she went over to sniff one of the neighborhood feral cats. Now, I don't want to give these cats a bad rap... they're actually well socialized and a neighborhood crazy-lady takes them to get spayed and, I can only assume, their shots. Anyway, the dog was sniffing the cat and the cat was tolerating her but it was obvious the cat was getting frustrated. I went to pull the dog away which sent the cat into a tizzy and she flung her paw out and clawed my arm. WTF?! What if this cat has RABIES?! Panicked I ran inside and immediately started dousing my arm in soap, hydrogen peroxide, mouth wash (for the alcohol, duh) and warm water. Clark reassured me many times that these neighborhood cats are probably as vaccinated as our own pets and actually quite well mannered but dare I believe him, then my arm would rot off!
That night I slept horribly.
Friday was Friday. Nothing really dramatic happened except by the time I got home I had no desire to make dinner and surely Clark wouldn't be cooking so instead we went out for Chinese food. This was frustratingly delicious. You see, we are on a tight budget and I am on a tight caloric budget. No matter how you sliced it, this meal was going to cost us which resulted in bitching and moaning about money, diets, needing to starve myself... Despite having AC Friday night was, again, too hot to sleep and overwhelmingly uncomfortable. Also, once again, the animals insisted on throwing a Mardi Gras fiesta in the living room sometime around 2am. Why did we get pets? Why??? So that night I did not sleep, which made matters that were already annoying that much worse.
Saturday happens to come around and Clark goes off to help his uncle do yard work. I took one look at our apartment and started a cleaning frenzy. There was spilled coffee that I couldn't get up without the use of strong cleaners, disgusting pet hair EVERYWHERE, semi-dirty clothes folded and put on top of Clark's dresser and just filth all over the place. "Clean as you go" is something my mother taught me many moons ago, so while I'm sure I was somewhat responsible for this mess, I can assure you 75% was not mine. Four loads of laundry later I had mopped, vacuumed, dusted, cleaned windows, scooped litter box, organized cabinets, organized book case and was generally content with myself but was certainly exhausted. To make things worse, the AC died and it was 95 degrees out, so at this point I'm just ready for an ice bath and I know Clark will have something to say about the AC. Clark gets home, takes his dirty shoes off in the house, eats a messy meal on the couch and then showers and proceeds to leave every light on that he comes across. The shoes and couch-eating were annoying enough but we are on a budget! How many times have we discussed turning lights off when we leave rooms?! I lost it. As soon as he sat down I said "Can you, maybe, turn the light off? Don't you think that's just lazy??" at which point he stormed over, turned the light off and yelled "Lazy?! I've been working my ass off all week and I'm lazy because I left the light on? Maybe you DO HAVE RABIES!!!!!!!" and left.
Whoops.
Nancy did a no-no.
But... could it be possible to have rabies? I frantically researched rabies. Turns out cat scratch is a rare form of transmittal for rabies.
So now that I'm not rabid, am I... single?!?!?! Oh single would be much worse than rabid. I sent Clark a text message profusely apologizing and asking him to come home. He did. We talked. It was fine. But now... I need to reform my wifely ways
I'm a pretty firm believer in Karma and, to be honest with you, I think that my misfortune in the world of AC, sunscreen (oh, got a terrible burn yesterday) and near-rabies-encounters has been brought on my my negative attitude towards Clark. I LOVE him but goodness me, he can be a real pain in the ass when it comes to picking up after himself, sticking to a schedule, helping with dinner, etc. Regardless, I am making a vow to start being less of a nagger and more of a supporter, and to try and think before I speak because it's pretty clear to me that running my mouth off has produced an undesired result in this marriage. That doesn't mean he won't be wrong some time/most of the time. Oh he'll be wrong... but only YOU, Mrs. Reader, will hear about it ;)
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