savannah (onsafari) wrote,


I would be such a helicopter mom if I had kids. This morning we had an incident with the cat - he's going to vet this afternoon with my husband who called in sick (but before I dragged my butt out of the house for work, it looked like it might be an emergency vet visit). I've been watching him for a couple of days because he just seems... well, off. Not really excited about eating and a lot of laying down when he'd normally be underfoot. And then this morning, it looked like an acute problem so my husband and I went into Massive Triage to see if the cat needed an emergency trip or could wait for the regular vet to open.

The helicopter part was the bit where I couldn't leave the house and had to interfere with his handling of the situation even after he volunteered to take Phil to the vet. I just couldn't let it go. Somehow, in my head, I was better qualified to handle this because I've taken him to the vet more frequently. Like that makes me more qualified. I know part of it was just worry, but now I'm a little appalled at how I acted. The worry brought out all of the ugly bossy parts of my personality.

I'll be apologizing to my husband tonight when I see him. He really stepped up today, and I need to tell him that I really appreciate it. No matter how horrible I may have been this morning.
Tags: brain, cats
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