Is it a cosmic joke of some sort? Is someone, somewhere laughing and enjoying themselves at my expense right now?
I'm not finding it funny, I can tell you that. There is just too much bad going on right now, and I feel about ready to scream.
My son has a fever, and though he's not feeling too bad, and is acting almost like himself (just a bit warmer), I still worry. He's my little boy.
The chickens have discovered that I planted petunias and that they like to eat petunias. They dug out three of my planters and ate the petunias and spilled the dirt all over the place. They also discovered one of the perennials I just planted and ate it to the ground.
The pepper seedlings that I had ready to go into the ground have baked in the sun, despite my being very careful with them. I have very few peppers to go into the ground now, nowhere near the number I should have had.
The greenhouse collapse that occurred on chicken butchering day was worse than I thought, and I lost a lot of little crops to that stupid calamity. Weeks of work wasted and there's not enough going into the ground.
Minerva was loose in the yard yesterday and snapped my Winter Banana apple tree right down to the ground. Gone, goodbye. She must have hit it just right.
The kittens are being potty trained, and they've made lots of mistakes. The little girl peed on the couch twice, even though she'd been shown the litter box. All three of them seem to forget how to use the litter box after they just used it an hour ago. I've been finding "gifts" all over the place. No soft surface is safe.
And worst of all: Dulci is sick. The scours that the two of them had (she and Min) have not let up, and I'm not sure, but I think Lilly now has them too. Though Min and Lilly are still eating and bouncing, Dulci is not. Her scours have taken a turn for the worse, and this morning, she turned her nose up at the bottle. I can't tell who's got scours and who doesn't anymore. I can't figure out why anyone has it, but I'm pretty sure we've gone beyond the "change in surroundings" upset tummy. Dulci is the worst off, so I have to take her to the vet today, and we really can't afford it. I don't want to take her, but I don't know what's wrong, and I can see she's getting worse. I'm hoping the vet can tell me what she thinks it is, so I can treat all of them. I fell like I should have just stuck with chickens, and that I'm failing at goats.
All I want to do is cry. Anyone else ever feel like that?