Today has seriously been absolutely horrible. Our office manager told me today that we don't have any upcoming projects in the wings and only enough money in the company bank account to get us through to mid January. Unless we get some new clients coming in, we're all going to be out of work.
So with that hanging over my head, it was turning out to be a pretty horrible Christmas. I actually said, "This is the worst Christmas ever." Lucas said, "It can always be worse. Just be thankful it isn't."
It just got worse.
Ein is throwing up again. Food twice and water three times. Poor boy. Lucas said, "Ein" in an exasperated tone when he started to look like he was going to throw up again while we were cleaning up the second (and HUGE) water loss, just because he didn't want Ein to be sick again. Poor baby thought he was in trouble and looked upset. I told him to go outside with daddy and Lucas rushed him out. You could tell Ein was trying really hard to be a "good boy" and not throw up in the house because he threw up water again the second he was outside.
I already called work and left a voice mail saying I'd be late tomorrow. I'm taking him to the vet who is willing to do a payment plan for more x-rays. Either he is VERY sick, suddenly allergic to his food, or he has a blockage somewhere, because this is even worse than last time. At least work won't be mad at me for being late, considering the financial situation.