jessicagallagher | Easy Like Sunday Morning (Reply)

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I only slept for about seven hours last night. Scratch that, I was in bed for seven hours last night. I spent most of the night tossing and turning and dreaming about house hunting and the bunny. And some other things, I think, but they’ve escaped me now. I’m supposed to be heading out with a friend around 11:30 to lunch and the mall, and I have a feeling I’m going to be regretting the fact I got out of bed at 7.

It’s funny how a few little things happening in your life when you’re used to such mundane bordom can make you feel like you’re running in circles. Last Tuesday the bunny went to the vet to get neutered. All went well, actually, although he was all doped up when we brought him back home, with a cone tied around his neck. I felt so awful when he could barely hop and kept stumbling in and out of his litter box. But, then I started worrying even more when he wouldn’t drink at all. Then he stopped peeing. By Thursday I was a wreck, and called the vet. They asked me to bring him in ASAP. After getting inspected by the doctor, she informed me that he was actually quite healthy, and not dehydrated at all. She took the cone off and told me that maybe he was just having problems getting his water bottle with it on. He was eating just fine, and acting normal, it was just the water that was the problem. I took him back home and watched him for the rest of the day. The afternoon was filled with me moving the water bottle to every spot, thinking maybe he just didn’t like the location. Then I switched bottles, thinking maybe he had an aversion to the one we had for some reason. I would take it off and kind of put it near his mouth and coax him and pet him to drink, but he wanted absolutely nothing to do with it.

So I called the vet again yesterday, because he still wasn’t peeing at all. They told me to keep an eye on him until Monday, and if he still wasn’t, then I would have to bring him in again. Thinking that if I had to do that, I wasn’t going to be able to afford to get my hair done (the appointment is on Tuesday and I have been waiting since Thanksgiving to freaking get my roots taken care of. Can you imagine the size of my roots? Yeah, hello white trash) and it depressed me even more. I felt like I was going to kill a poor, innocent little bunny rabbit and I shouldn’t be allowed to house furry creatures any longer, for I am an absolutely horrible parent.

Well, Simon and I came home from work last night to find that he had peed. Like, a lot. I was so happy. But I was still worried about him not drinking. While sitting on the computer sometime last night, typing away, I heard a familiar noise. Something I’ve heard many, many times since we’ve had the bunny and have learned to pretty much just ignore it. But, then it dawned on me what it was… and I turned around to see Hopkins drinking his water bottle! I was so excited and happy I jumped up and ran towards him, petting him and approving and cooing and ahhing at him. Poor thing got all startled and wouldn’t go near the bottle for a little while. I was afraid I had scared him enough that he was going to stay away, but last night in bed I could hear him drinking and it made me so happy. He’ll be ok.

Also, Simon and I are seeing a house on Tuesday. As in, our real estate agent (we have a real estate agent!) is going to get us in to see this house that we’ve been drooling over online for the past week. We’ve been looking at houses on and off for the past six months, but suddenly we’re diving headfirst into getting pre-approved for a mortgage and finding a house. I still can’t believe that this will very soon be a reality for us. I’ve been dreaming of living in my own house for over a year now… and every time I drive buy a house for sale, my heart aches. But the fact that it’s actually happening is both a little frightening and insanely exciting. Hence the reason why my dreams last night were filled with house hunting. This house we’re possibly seeing on Tuesday is awesome. Well, it sounds awesome. The picture online doesn’t have any interior shots, which makes me very wary of the fact that the inside either looks like something from “Welcome Back Kotter” or that a family has been butchered and buried in the basement. Either way, I have to see this house. I have to at least rule it out completely, because if it’s even remotely do-able, I’m jumping on it. I think. I hope. I really want this house. And it’s literally the first house we’re seeing! But I really, really want this house.

And so, my mind has been like a gerbil in a wheel… running around and playing with ideas and daydreaming of cooking and baking in my new kitchen (which Simon says he’ll only believe it when he sees it), and decorating and buying furniture and inviting people over… No wonder why my mind won’t let me sleep.

And now that I’ve rambled on for a good 20 minutes, I’m going to get off my ass and start getting ready to take Simon to work. He just very seepily (and grumpily) went upstairs. When I said “Good morning, honey” I was answered with a “mmph.” I think he needs his coffee.