When I was cleaning the OLD apartment, I was dreaming so much of the relaxation of house-sitting for waelthy people. This was going to be just the vacation I needed after a crazy month of stress and packing and stress and driving and stress and unpacking and stress and planning logistics and. Stress.
This was going to be the restful break, complete with amenities that would rejuvenate me before I had to drive (again) Rusty to Utah. Ten+ more hours, but by myself. In a third-hand car with unknown history and not enough maintenance.
Sidenote–I knew I should get Rusty’s oil changed and a tune-up before a big trip. BUT every single time I took a trip in my Jetta, and went to a mechanic prior to that trip they would deliver some awful news of some sort. Something was terribly wrong, it costs a lot of money, it would push back my leaving date, and if I did pay an extraordinary amount of money (NOW!) my car would probably die on the way there, leaving me stranded. Every trip this happened. And every trip’s dates would be set in stone and strapping me for cash. So I would never be able to have time or money to fix whatever problem it was. But I would worry the entire time. Trips in my Jetta were always full of terror because I was always certain I was just about to break down–without a cell phone. Or any sort of recourse. And the problem was especially compounded when I traveled by myself (most of the trips) or worse–with pets.
The point is–NOT knowing was better then panicking the entire time, so I did not take Rusty to see anyone. This was a gamble. BUT this time I did have Triple A–just in case. So I was a little worried.
But the house-sitting was going to be a lovely, easy time.
Except I forgot that the animals don’t allow sleep. Dr. Fletcher makes anyone in the guest room (A.K.A. Dr. Fletcher’s room) miserable by doing power-muffins, licking, frolicking, opening then slamming the door, scratching with (previously done by another owner) declawed paws on anything, etc. . . There is no night-sleeping. The other 2 cats begin to meow and fuss and make a ruckus about 5AM when they usually get their breakfast. This with the stirring dogs and thought of starving horses mandates crack-of-dawn mornings. There is no napping, because the dogs run amok during the day, the phone rings all day, the answering machine is long and loud, and packages are frequently delivered. There is too much going on during the day to sleep. In the evening the dogs are hyper and need fetching until their legs fall off, and the bulk of the chores must be completed.
In short–I was even MORE tired during and after house-sitting then when I started. I don’t think I ever slept more then 3-4 consecutive hours.
And then I had to drive from Washington to Utah. Alone. And for a second time in 2.5 weeks. . .