New Title: Wrangler

I think I have officially traded in my title of mother for the title of Wrangler.  Being a single mom while my husband is deployed has been an eye opener both this deployment and the last! 

Today, Megan, Inara and Esme (our two kitties!) all joined me on a visit to the veterinarian.  We've recently taken a stray black lab into our house, so Inara, he is already a bit of a hellion, has been on her worst behavior and hisses and lashes out if you get within about 2 feet of her.  Due to this, I couldn't put her in big cat carrier I have that both cats typically go in.  So off to the vet we went, one cat each in their own carrier, and a 2 and a 1/2 year old along for the ride.  Trying to get them all into the vet clinic was an interesting experience.

I had to convince Megan to try to "help" me carry the big carrier (basically just holding the handle with me), then struggle to open the two doors to the inside, as the receptionist sat there and watched my humorous (I'm sure it seemed so to an outsider anyway) plight.

You truly do need more than two hands as a mother!  Luckily on the way back out, Inara and Esme both went into the big cat carrier together (as they banned together in fear of the ebil vet), and Megan could carry the little cloth/mesh carrier all by herself to be a big girl!