I Think I'm About To Have A Nervous Breakdown...

I feel like I'm on the verge of having a total nervous breakdown.

Right at the time we are about to leave for Las Vegas our son decided to drop the Big Bomb on us. That bomb being his Pit Bull Terrier, Deja.

It seems that he's found a new apartment across from campus that is $200.00 cheaper per month, than where he is right now. Of course, that's a good thing…. he can walk to classes, which will save him even more in gas money.

The problem is that the apartment managers won't allow Pit Bulls. They allow all other kinds of dogs, just not Pit Bulls. Which means he needs to find a home for her here in our town, otherwise he's going to have to take her back to Austin and give her to the Austin Pit Bull Rescue people.

First, he asked if we would take her and both of us blurted out "NO!" in grand unison. We've been down that road before, with his last Pit Bull. No thanks. Also, our cat Trouble has already been traumatized enough by this dog being here. We just want our lives to return to normal once he and the dog go home.

We leave TOMORROW for Las Vegas and he wants to stay here while he tries to find a home for Deja. I know this is mean, but I just want him to go back home, before we leave. That way, we will come home to a clean house just as we always do. If he stays here, there's no telling what we'll come home to. Filthy house? Dead cat? No food? Also, I haven't even begun packing yet because I've been busy cooking, cleaning, and doing laundry. This is making me crazy.

My brain is so scattered at the moment. And, I realize that I'm a terrible mother after all. So yes. I feel like I'm on the verge of having a full nervous breakdown.

I have to go pack now. Thanks for letting me rant, even though I don't feel any better.