Adventures In Jiffy Pop

My mum came to visit and she brought Jiffy Pop.

We didn't eat it then. (we had air popped popcorn)

But I made it today.

I've never made Jiffy Pop before and the only thing I know about it was from watching the beginning of the first Scream movie.

I photographed the journey.

Anxiously awaiting the popping.

Shake shake shake

oOOOOoooOOo it's starting!

WAHOO!

So exciting

Popcorn!

I declare Jiffy Pop night a success.

The Cat. Part Two.

Ok. Bird is gone. 

Sigh of relief. 

Hours go by. It's 2:30am.

I hear the cat. I hear the mouse.

#%^*&^*&$*

(censored for your reading pleasure)

I was thinking.. if Dave was here.. I wouldn't have to deal with it.

The thing is...that the mouse is alive and I need the cat to get it.. Try sleeping when you KNOW there is a mouse right outside your bedroom door waiting to run all over you. Great.

So the next day my mum comes from Duncan. I tell her about the mouse. I tell her it's still around there somewhere. So she says she'll look for it while I take out the garbage.

While I'm outside, Sonia and my mum find the mouse. In my slippers. Sob.

It's so scared that it stays in there and doesn't leave the slipper when my mum puts it outside. 

I then have to take my slippers (with the mouse inside them) to the dumpster. Ugh. When I get to the dumpster, I need to KNOW it's still in there...and not in my house. 

So as I'm throwing it in, I look and see beady little eyes staring at me as it flies through the air. 

Needless to say, the cat is on lock down.

I hate rodents. 

The Cat. Part One.

The cat has blood lust.

There have been a few 'gifts' left for me in my livingroom..
Dead ones.
Gross. Fine. Whatever.

Then there was 'the bird'.

Pekoe brought it in while the girls and I were right there. I got mad at her..she let it go...

IT WAS STILL ALIVE.

It FLEW over our heads and behind the TV.

I yelled.
Kalyn cried.
Sonia screamed.

I ushered the girls into their bedroom (I had to carry them both ebcause Sonia was too scared to even move) and went to check it out. The little teeny sparrow (which moments before I could have sworn was the size of an albatross) was hiding under cords behind the tv.

Screw this. I'm not dealing with this right now.

So the girls and I left.

I called the landlord to go get it. He agreed and came in to get it. He couldn't reach it so he grabbed a bowl of water to lure it out. When he came back, it was gone. He figured it flew out the window.

WRONG.

HOURS later, Kalyn wakes up from her nap SCREAMING.

She found the bird.

I don't know what happened exactly, but when I got in there she was sitting in her crib freeeeaking out and the bird was trying to get out her closed window. So... I opened it up and out it flew.

I hate things that fly.

Slowly

*deep breath*

*another deep breath*

It has been a very long week(s).

Some days I feel like days fly by and I don't have enough time to do the things I need to. Other days drag on forever and I just can't see the end. 

Lately, things have just been hard. Hard to get motivated, hard  to get to sleep, hard to wake up, hard to stay patient.... Even now, I'm sitting here writing while staring at a sink full of dishes that have been eagerly waiting for me for a few days. 

Hard to cope.

It is getting better though..finally. 

I was finally given a new prescription and things are getting clearer. Things are getting easier. Slowly.

Slowly. 

I just have to stay thankful. Stay hopeful. Stay positive. 

I also need to remember to stay connected. I have so many amazing people in my life who are more than willing to help me and support me. I always forget to ask. Or maybe I don't forget. I think a part of me doesn't want to have to ask for help. That doesn't want to be in a position to need help. But I do. I'm only one person. One person essentially doing the work of two...or three...

I look around and get defeated a little too easily. But I can feel the fog lifting. Finally.

Slowly.