On Sunday morning I took NFAH back to her house and then came home to prepare for the arrival of The Man. He has been gone for the past two weeks. There was some sort of military type thing going on in Romania and he was gone to take part in it. NOW you guys know why I have been so discombobulated. A two week TDY (temp duty) is a lot harder for me than a long deployment because I don't get a chance to settle into a rhythm. Sometimes I do a lot better when he is gone for months because I have time to establish a routine and get the girls on the same page as me. When he is only gone for a short period of time, my house falls into controlled semi organized chaos.
The Man arrived back at the base around 11pm and I gathered the girls out of their slumber to go pick him up. When we got back to the house things immediately started going wrong. First, I got a mini disc stuck in my Mac, then the cat finally escaped out of the house around 1am. We looked for him for about an hour fruitlessly. Finally we headed to bed, me sick to my stomach with worry and The Man pissed off at himself for accidentally letting the cat out of the Bungalow.
The next morning I went and searched for Sam again, no cat. We then ran around and did the errands that needed to be done. Caroline had the day off of school because yesterday was a Bank Holiday here in the UK. A Bank Holiday, from what I can gather is just a day off from work for the Brits. No particular reason for it. It just means all supermarkets and shops will be closed and everyone will sit around the house and watch telly or go to a park with the kids. Or at least that is my impression. That evening my Internet also started acting wonky. I was not a happy camper; no cat, Macbook with a CD stuck inside, and spotty Internet.
I finally got an Internet connection for a minute and looked up the Macbook problem. A lot of people are also boneheads just like me because there was a wealth of info about how to get the CD out. I ended up using a business card and double sided tape (thank you 3M) to fish the CD out of the Mac.
Later Monday night I was sitting in the kitchen and told my husband, "Every time I go outside I expect Sam to just come wandering home." We went outside and literally 30 seconds later, Sam came walking out of the back garden. Dumb luck! That was the weirdest thing that has EVER happened to me. This cat, who's last outing into the big wide world lasted 2 weeks came home after just under 24 hours. My stomach finally out of knots we came inside and I got online and my Internet connection was back. I finally ended up the long weekend on an uptick. I am sure more things will go wrong this week however, sod's law*.
* Sod's Law is the English equivalent of Murphy's Law.
21 comments:
Hehe...you said telly! You Brit, you!
Glad your cat is back. I just cannot sleep when mine is out for the night. Oh yeah, glad your hubby is home too! ;) (see where my priorities lie...lol!)
Hooray for the safe return of Sam! What a weekend.
Cat's "territories" are quite small, so when they "run away" they are often pretty close to home, probably watching you frantically search for him, laughing his ass off.
You know cat's do that, right?
Bank Holidays, are an excuse to get ratted on a Sunday, at least they were. Now they are about picking somewhere to go, something to do, that avoids huge crowds and doesn't cost a fortune.
I'm giving you 10 points for slipping in the word "discombobulated".
I dream of an IRL friend.
My cat has bnever been outside, he always tries to escape tho, we gotta keep an eye out! lol
My youngest cat, Java disappears for days on end now. I used to worry abut him but not any more. The other 2 show up after a short time.
How often do the Brits have these magical Bank Holidays, and how can we make them happen here in the states?!
Stupid cats. My giant cat tries to escape every morning when i let the dogs out. I think the other 2 finally convinced her that she is too fat, and that she would never survive on her own, she can't run anyway, its more of a wonky-wobble.
Glad your weekend ended well!!
Nenu nenu... Weird! Now ask the cat for the lottery numbers! :D
A happy ending! Hooray! Hoping you have a lovely week!
So cool that you got to meet a bloggy friend! And I am glad that Sam came back!
Sounds like a busy weekend. I'm glad your cat...and your husband are both back home.
Things do have a way of working out sometimes.
Those things usually happen to me the minute my husband leaves. And I know how you feel about your cat. Our cat was semi-feral when we got her as a kitten, and to keep her inside all of the time would be akin to torture (and yes, I often use words like "akin"). But just the other day I picked her up and her tail was all bloody and I took her to the vet who shaved her and said that she had been attacked. On my way to the vet's I had seen a mangy looking fox. I know it was him. He didn't even look remorseful.
I totally agree it is super cool to meet a blogger in real life. there is nothing else like it.
Well obviously the cat had urgent business to attend to. Perhaps kitty felt a pang of guilt for breaking the toilet last week and was out pounding the pavement for suitable part-time feline employment.
WHEW! What a weekend. Glad Sam made it back home. It is always a worry when they get out, isn't it? I don't think they feel guilty the way dogs do. A long time ago, my husband and I were moving house and we thought our cat had gotten out. We searched for hours and finally went back home to find out the cat had been indoors the entire time!
And yes, it's hard when the hubby travels and then comes back. Shakes up bedtimes, dinner times, etc.
Bank holidays are for sitting in traffic jams for hours on end.
It's great that all ended well.
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