I woke up a little late this morning and got the sense that the girls were in a bit of a panic to get the cats out of the house. Evidently Summer got a formal eviction warning letter, and she counted only two days left to have them gone. Since nobody actually addressed me about it, and since I had already expressed my own frustration about the situation, I just did my best to help out with breakfast so they could finish what needed to be done.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
After we ate the kielbasa and veggies with eggs, they went to Dollar General for some cat food before taking everything up to Noah’s house, and I went home to shower. I got incredibly frustrated with always being made the villain, and Suzanne said I was “cold, cold like the wind” for being so unsympathetic, but I likened it to God sending people to Hell for eternity because they worked on a Sunday. People show up in droves to worship that guy, but I’m the fucking bad guy here for reminding them that they’re not allowed to have pets.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I had a couple drinks and a shower to relax, and then Summer wanted just the two of us to go to the movies to see Bullet Train<\/em>. I thought I was the only one that was really excited to see it, but I don’t think she really knew what to expect. I thoroughly enjoyed it, and it reminded me a lot of Kill Bill<\/em>, without being quite so vulgar, but with some classic ultraviolence. All of the characters were great, and I really liked the cinematography.<\/p>\n\n\n\n After the movie, I tried talking to Summer about my feelings on the way home and I blew up for a bit that she kept saying I wasn’t being comforting or supportive. I knew it was hard to watch her kids hurting, but she enabled them by buying all of the cat supplies instead of shutting the whole thing down early, and I needed her to understand that it was okay to take the loss. She didn’t have to try and lessen the blow, and it was okay to just have a bad day and accept that every single one of us did something wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When we got back to the house, Eaddie was still very upset. I learned that they just took the cats outside Noah’s house, so Sweetums got into a fight with his dog and immediately ran up a tree. I don’t even know how big of a tree it was, or if she’ll be able to get down on her own, but even Eaddie knew that she didn’t have any time to associate Noah or his house with anything good. I’ll be astounded if she doesn’t get picked off by a predator overnight, but I don’t know what else I’m supposed to do. I wasn’t present to do the thinking for all four of them, so if it’s two dead cats, it’s two dead cats.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I tried to coax Eaddie out of the house for some fish soup with my parents, but she didn’t want to leave. Autumn wanted to go to her father’s for some reason, so the lawn still didn’t get mowed over the last two weeks that we’ve been asking. I just have to assume I’ll be the bad guy again next weekend when it still hasn’t been done.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I went to eat and visited with my parents for a little while before heading home. B\u00e1c V\u00e2n called while I was on the way and asked me to come over for a bit. I helped with her iPad for a bit, then went home to do some laundry before bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n L<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I woke up a little late this morning and got the sense that the girls were in a bit of a panic […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_crdt_document":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[45,29,66,33,57,6],"class_list":["post-6274","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorised","tag-anger-management","tag-family","tag-frustration","tag-movie","tag-parenting","tag-reviews"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/gallopingcow.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6274","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/gallopingcow.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/gallopingcow.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gallopingcow.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gallopingcow.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=6274"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/gallopingcow.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6274\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":6275,"href":"https:\/\/gallopingcow.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/6274\/revisions\/6275"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/gallopingcow.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=6274"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gallopingcow.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=6274"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gallopingcow.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=6274"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}