It is me again, Silver and I want to thank you for my surgery going so well. I didn't have to "go under" so I didn't get the sickies and while I am grateful that everything went so good, I have a few, what should I call them...
Do you know what Mom did to me? First, she put me on a collar and leash and didn't even take me for a walk except in the backyard. What in the world is that about? I'm almost 11 years old and she's treating me like a puppy who doesn't know how pee outside. I am a mother too you know, I'm pretty sure I can pee and poop all by myself. So instead I made her worry and held it in for as long as possible!
Next she got me in this ridiculous outfit to wear when my bandage came off. Mom thinks she pretty brilliant keeping my boo-boos cover with the long sleeves of one of grubby shirts. Not even a nice one at that. I don't think she even cares that it is two sizes too big, she just pulled the ends together and tied it with a rubber band. So now I've got this
If that isn't bad enough she's making me eat at the kiddie table with Zappa and Fiona. Now that's just down out rude!! Brut and I enjoy our quiet meals together without the kids. How long is this going to last?
And then to top everything I have to sleep with the kids too at night. Which isn't the worse of it because I get to sleep in my favorite den under the bed, but still, a grown mother sleeping with her two rug rats every night. I love them and all, but this is too much!!
So my biggest prayer is to help me heal as fast as possible so that I can get my life back.
Thanks for listening God,