Sunday Blues.

The Sunday Blues have turned into the Monday thru Sunday Blues for me.

However, I had a week off and even though it was a bust with medical tests and trying to figure out why I'm dizzy and nauseous all the time...(I think I have the answer)...I STILL had a week off. Heaven.

I got to sleep late (as late as you can with an 8 year old in the house).

I got to get in some extra yoga at home and at the studio.

I got to watch endless amounts of TV.

I got to spend endless time with my lovely 8 year old heart.

I got to cuddle with the naked boys.

I went to the mall during the DAY.

I used the couch as my daytime bed.

I played catch with my daughter.

I met a long time friend for lunch.

I didn't think of work for a second. (Only that ONE nightmare...)

However, it's Sunday.

The last day of freedom.

My stomach hurts. My head hurts. My eye is twitching again.

I need a serious change. Yet I'm stuck.

Any ideas for getting over the Sunday Blues?

My little companions...

I was reading this post over at Birth Touch (A blog that I happen to really, really love) about Companion Pets.

I am not a dog lover, as those of you who know RT, know this very well.

But I am a crazy cat lady. CA-RAYZEE. Cat. Lady.

I'd have 100 cats if I could.

I haven't written regularly on this blog for quite some time so I haven't really kept up with the kitty stories on here. Tragic, I know.

So you have not heard about my two little loves that really are my heart's companions. They give me peace, calm and love. Not quite so unconditional, but more than your average cat. They are the BEST cats I've ever had. And I've had many.

My first born died when Fa was a month old. He was 20.

Puddin' He was my very first son.

I loved him with all my heart. When my husband and I moved in together and he came along, Husband couldn't believe how we used to cuddle and kiss and schnuggle like humans. He said Puddin' knew human emotion and had it just as well. Husband was floored.

Today, our newest members of the family are two adorable little naked boys.

Naked Boy 1
Dewey

He's my son, my heart, my snuggle puss. He wants nothing more than to lay on my lap and purr and hug. He lets us pet him when he feels the need. He is finicky, yet wants to be around us at all times. He loves body heat. He loves kisses. He only loves to be rubbed under his chin and his neck...Most other body parts are off limits for everyone else but me. He is awesome.

Mamma I love you.

My other son is 6 months old.

Naked Boy 2
Pino

He's crayzee. He's high octane all day long. Playful, funny, smart. He fetches like a dog and LOVES being with us. All he wants to do his schnuggle. He loves his big sister, his mom and dad and LOVES to torment his big brother cat. Pouncing on him, biting him, teasing him....genreally being a younger brother annoyance. Yet, when they are peaceful. It is heaven

Oh Brother! I love you.
(Took a while to get here)

Their favorite spot in the sun.

He lets you do ANYthing to him.

When I'm sick, all bets are off...They both overlook their love/hate relationship to love me.

They are my true pet companions and the loves of my life...

On four legs.

Retrospect

I stumbled upon this very old post and wanted to share it again.

Especially since it resonates off of this last post I'd written just a few short weeks ago for Birth Touch.

I was a mess. I'm slowly getting better.

Wow, does it take an amazing amount of time and work.

PLEASE. Pass these along to anyone you think might benefit. They would be written in vain otherwise. 

My Sunday gift to those suffering.

 I love you.

By the way. I have a lot of really good posts on my old blog...I'd love for you to read some of them...Head on over and take a look.

Saturday.

This is the first Saturday in forever that we have nothing to do.

Spring is here. Full of promise.

I woke up this morning thinking I had to go to work. I was so thrilled when I realized it wasn't so.

It's raining out.

I came downstairs to Fa on the couch watching cartoons. I made coffee. Husband has to work on Saturdays but only for a few more weeks.

Saturday Basketball is over. He was coaching her team. They rocked together.

Saturday softball starts next month. I can't wait to see her try something new.

She wants to go to summer sports camp this year. I'm so proud of her. She's actually really good at basketball.

I have nothing to do today. I could clean, organize our sloppy stuff. I have so much to get rid of, donate. Or I can just sit here and relax. I've been really stressed lately and my bidy could use the rest.

I could watch movies with my girl. We could use the snuggle time.

The cats are playing with each other making crazy cat noises. They were both sick. Healthy again. I love the way they make me happy.

Right now is so nice. Nothing to think about. Nothing to do.

I'm content.

Can this feeling last forever?

It's a lazy Saturday Mamma. Enjoy it.