Mom’s feeling a little down this week and who can blame her. After earning a little time off from work around the holidays, it’s now back to the grind. The next holiday day off isn’t until the end of May. That’s a L-O-N-G time away.

We often have talks together, usually just before bedtime. She tells me about her day. I tell her about mine. Like last Monday, I had poop stuck to my leg and here’s the deal: It wasn’t even my poop. Did anyone tell me? Nope. Someone left some on a blanket and I took a nap on it. How embarrassing! Mom listened though and checked to make sure the poop was gone and wasn’t coming to bed with us.

Today is her second official OFFICIAL hire-on date anniversary (those hard first five months as a temp worker are never counted by the company) and she’s wondering if this is the way of the rest of her life. It’s a good, solid job but it’s a hard, physically demanding one and pretty much a dead-end for anyone without a college degree or at Mom’s age. She says she can stick it out, “couldn’t be much worse than high school,” were her exact words. But she says she needs to get her head in the right place to do that, meaning sleepwalking through life and the days, weeks, and months to get to some kind of a maybe satisfying end.

I listened to her bemoaning all this and honestly, I thought she was done talking when I got up and situated myself inside the heated cubby of the tower nearby.

She didn’t have much else to say. And I wanted to her to know I was still supportive, so even though I was drifting off (her voice can be so soothing), I stuck my paw out of the cubby in case she needed to hold my paw.

I’m still here for you, Mom!

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A Colehaus Cats flashback:

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2015 – Wordless Wednesday
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2013 – All Mine
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