Over the weekend, when Wayne and I were embroiled in our “get me to the ER/I’m not going to the ER” brew ha ha, he made this comment: “Listen, if you’re sick we’ve got to get you help. You can’t die and leave me with them.” (“Them” being our “kids” –Murphy, Mr. Meow and Tabby.) This was my reply: “I know. You don’t have the patience to care for them like they’re used to.” Yikes. Thinking back, no matter how much of a meltdown I was having at the moment, that comment was uncalled for. Wayne let that one slide, … Continue reading →