Weekends... I've had better

Ugh. I'm so depressed. I gave myself a three-day weekend, taking a much deserved Friday off and planning to completely veg the days away.

Vegging out and destressing are not options when you have a cat recovering from surgery, I've discovered. I spent most of the day concerned about him not eating, not drinking, and not going to the bathroom. He finally managed to eat some food (after I started force feeding him with a syringe) and go to the bathroom late Friday night, after which I slept in until nearly noon on Saturday.

Saturday ended up being more of the same, trying to get him to eat, drink, and eliminate. It's turned into a near obsession, with us falling over ourselves to cater to his whims. Add on top of that my father spending the night between DC-area jobs (he didn't get to our place until nearly 130am) and it was a sleepless night. Henry thought that the best way to get our attention was to bang himself into the door repeatedly at 4am. Sadly, he was right. I probably spent an hour or so sleeping on the bed in that room (well, not really sleeping) while the nocturnal cat walked all over me, pounced on whatever part of my body I moved, and rubbed his head on my and purred loudly into my ear.

Sunday was a capstone day; DH's grandmother had called on Friday night, concerned that no one was going to host Thanksgiving and that she might not have anywhere to go. I had planned to coordinate with my grandparents this weekend, and they expressed a preference to come to visit DC for the weekend. So that's that. Despite my vow last year never to host Thanksgiving again, I'm hosting again this year. So for the next two weekends it will now be non-stop work to get the house in order for guests on the holiday.

Wanna come?