Monday, Monday again

Why does the weekend have to go so fast??  And this weekend I was crabby and tired and did not feel well.  My poor family.  I went to bed at 8:15 on Sat even though I had a nap.  Sunday I napped at 12:15!

 On a good note, I did leave the bedroom door open most of Saturday.  Yoshi went in and out and he and Gemma seemed to do okay.  (There was A LOT of careful observation from me!!)
Somehow on Saturday night Gemma got of the bedroom and was shut out for about 2 hours with Yoshi & Abby.  My husband asked when we woke up on Sunday morning if I heard the cats fighting?  I opened the bedroom door and there was Gemma, running in!  The lesson of this?  All three cats are still alive!! -   and Gemma must have WANTED to come out!    I will be trying daily to leave the bedroom door open.  When we are not home, I won't let them all be together yet.  But I am hoping eventually that can happen. 

I am asking myself was I this bad with my daughter?  Somehow I don't think I was this (over) protective of her!  Perhaps I am just more neurotic than I was 20 + years ago!  I think somehow the neurosis will get worse not better. 

Tomorrow is the one year anniversary of losing my Dad.  I was thinking about the fact that he was critically ill in 1985 and almost died then.  I was 25.  What a blessing that he lived 26 more years.  My daughter is 25 now.  She would not have known her Grandpa.  I have a lot of sweet pictures of the two of them when she was little. He retired when she was 3 and they came to Florida for a few winters.  Dad would pick her up from school.  He would receive instructions that Amanda was not to have treats on the way home.(Picky eater-do not spoil the appetite thing)  But, of course there was soda (pop) and candy anyway.  Amanda says that is one of her favorite memories.

Time goes on and does not stand still for the loss of the ones we love.  The pain is easier to bear, but still remains.

Marietta