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Woke up with anxiety (sometimes that happens, no reason) and went back to sleep with the lavender microwave mini-pillow that becca made me for Christmas.  Very relaxing!

I haven't been feeling well, and I'm not pregnant - I even took a pregnancy test.  No appetite and constant nausea.  Plus, um, the fact that my tummy is noticeably bloated, so much so that my ever-so-tactful grandmother, when Angela announced her pregnancy, said, "Oh, I thought Amber was the pregnant one since she has a tummy."  Sheesh.  But yesterday I had no headaches and no nausea and I vacuumed the house which was a big accomplishment for me.  I did it in four stages, haha.  I also did all of my daily chores yesterday except for finishing the laundry.  I'd been barely "keeping up" on things - like, I'd do the dishes one day but neglect the laundry and the cat litter, and the next day do the cat litter and a few loads of laundry but let the dishes pile up.

We have a peeing problem with Simon.  Joe discovered a place he has been marking for a long time.  I never smelled it because 1. it was over by the cat litter box, and 2. apparently cat pee doesn't always smell strong until it starts decomposing.  It has been two weeks, I think, and there is still a ton of carpet cleaners, Joe's parents' carpet steamer, a ton of rages, several fans and several heaters and our other vacuum, all in that area, as Joe continues to monitor the area and clean up after Simon.  Yesterday I tidied it all up for the purpose of vacuuming and it looks much better now. 

Joe was saying we might have to get rid of Simon, and on Angela's recommendation I'm reading The Cat Whisperer and it has some good ideas.  Simon and Jasmine are still not happy with each other, but I'm playing with them more, and whenever I catch Simon pee in the litter box I give him a treat.  What's great is, the other cats don't care for the treats, but Simon is desperate for them.  After he gets one, he spends a few minutes sniffing the floor, just hoping to find another one.

I'm also playing with the cats more, and giving Simon lots of petting, and when he's anxious I'll give him catnip.  Joe isn't yelling at him as much anymore when he hisses or attacks Jasmine, which I think helps Simon to be less afraid.  Even though he's the bully, Jasmine initiated the attacks when he first came, so I think Simon is afraid of her out of habit (even though she never attacks him now).  Wiggle is, meanwhile, the peacekeeper, who runs over anytime they are hissing at each other and gets between them.

Anyway, enough about cats.  And enough complaining.  Yesterday was our three-year anniversary.  Is it silly that I keep thinking, "Yay, we made it?"  I mean, when things get rough, divorce is NEVER an option in my mind, but I still feel like we have accomplished something.