hard week, sick cat, Aria's almost crawling

Fucking draining week. Our poor cat Charlie got some kind of crazy infection on his head and has been really sick. He was really lethargic and wouldn't eat, and his eye was swelling shut. Multiple trips to the vet, multiple eyedrops and antiobiotics, but the doc couldn't figure out what was wrong with him. About five days into it he finally started eating again and looked almost normal, so we thought all was okay. Then a day later his head swelled up. He looked just like in the cartoons when daffy duck gets an anvil dropped on his head. A big ol' goose egg under his fur, and his eye was swollen up again. Back to the vet. This time they had to open up his head with a scalpel and drain out all the infected gunk. Now he's back home with an awkwardly shaved head, and two little holes in his head with what looks like a shoelace coming out of them. He's miserable and still having trouble eating, and now his jaw is swelling up. I feel so bad for him. I thought for sure he was going to die when they told me he was going in for surgery. I thought he had a brain tumor or something. It's been an emotional rollercoaster - he looks terrible, we think he's going to die, then a day later he looks fine - repeat ad nauseum. Another vet visit tomorrow, so hopefully good news will come of it. I just feel so bad. I've already been feeling so guilty about Charlie because I hardly spend any time with him anymore. It's crazy.

Added to that, Aria is having even more of a hard time sleeping now. She fights every nap and it sometimes takes two hours to get her to sleep at night. She's almost crawling now - can get up on all fours, and has even moved her knees up one at a time. She just needs to learn how to move her hands and she will take off. This means we put her down in her crib and she starts rolling all over it, getting up, crawling around... argh.

Oh yes, and work... *sigh* let's just say it's been hard for a while.

We got our garden ready to plant. Our neighbor lent us a rototiller and showed us how to use it. I had one of those moments where I feel really stupid because I barely know how to use a frigging hammer, much less a big ol' rototiller. But then he told me that he grew up on a farm and that made me feel better. How the fuck am I supposed to know this shit? I grew up in San Jose for fuck's sake.

Jesus. I am absolutely emotionally drained. Fuck.