Tuesday, January 19, 2010

A tough day gets tougher.

It rained and my kids were at their poorest. Brando had had an unsatisfactory weekend. He said his mom left him with her boyfriend. That gives me a creepy feeling. "Where was Mom? Where was your dad? Why did she leave you with Sean?" He didn't know, and it's hard to tell when he's telling the truth. I sat with him and talked for a long time but he was already over the edge and he wasn't coming back today. It was going to be Brando out of control. End of story. Kenneth was having a tough time too. He and Andrew had lost their playtime. We had lunch in the room and they had fun. After school I had a meeting that lasted until 3:00, and because I am taking off a half day tomorrow to go to the big oncological surgeon with you, I screwed up an IEP that was scheduled. It caused a lot of problems for the speech teacher and I felt terribly sorry because it had been my fault.

You called during my meeting but I couldn't talk so you asked me to call you when I was done. When I did, you told me that Quincy had gotten your meds and some aspirin and was now at the vet's. Are there words to describe how angry I am? How many dogs need to eat your powerful meds and die before you start keeping your eye on them? This is so careless of you! And the pain we endure as a result is overwhelming. Have I mentioned that I'm angry? Maybe you should pay the vet bills! Because right now my problem is that you have now let two dogs get your meds and I end up not only having a broken heart but paying thousands of dollars for it, too!! And it wasn't even my fault. I am angry, angry, angry----and you are feeling bad. You want to put medal locks on the bathroom drawers. Not happening. You are realizing this happened because you weren't paying enough attention. We had to transfer Quincy from our local vet to a facility that can watch him overnight. It was very hard watching him twitch and stiffen and have that strange, wild look in his eyes. We spent hours filling out papers, agreeing to pay for whatever they do, waiting waiting waiting for the doctor. I tried to gently explain to you that it's not just about this being the second dog to have gotten prescription meds; it's about you letting these enormous, scent-driven animals into the house and then not keeping your eye on them. I tried to remind you of how many times I come home and found food wrappers, or bags ripped open, or my closet destroyed because you had a dog in and didn't pay attention to where it was or what it was doing. I can't take the pain of seeing our beloved animals' bodies react to your lethal drugs. WATCH THE DOGS when you let them in !!!