Izzy has been sick for about a month. He will be really sick for 3 or 4 days, and then he'll get better for a few days and then he'll be sick again for a few days. Rinse and repeat. I am sooooooo tired of my whiny, clingy baby. I just want him to play happily. And sleep peacefully.
After feeling bad at the end of last week, he seemed to be on the mend over the weekend. His cough was subsiding, and his nose was less runny. When I woke up this morning with a sore throat, I wanted to fucking scream. We are all sick. AGAIN. I had to endure a morning filled with crying and whining and refusing to eat.
So when my neighbor, a frail old woman, knocked on my door to report that a branch from our tree had fallen onto her fence, I almost lost my shit. I think I rolled my eyes at her. And I am pretty sure I was rude. I said something to the effect of, "I KNOW THAT OUR TREE IS HANGING OVER YOUR DRIVEWAY. I TOLD YOU THAT WE WILL HAVE THE TREE TRIMMED. GO HOME OLD WOMAN!" Okay, maybe I didn't tell her to go home, but I was annoyed. This is the third time she has complained about our tree. If a fucking twig falls into her yard, she wants us to trim our tree. GAH!
Actually, last year she had her son trim the tree without even telling us. I didn't really care - whatever makes you happy old woman. But the constant bitching about the tree? I could live without that. So, I called several tree companies this morning. The cheapest quote I got was for $321. TO TRIM BACK A FEW BRACHES? What the fuck? That seems really expensive. Bastards.
In summary, we are sick, my neighbor is annoying, and trimming a tree is expensive. The end.