Nothing to do with dating...

Okay...you all know I have a dog. I'm not sure that I mentioned that I also have 2 cats. They are both about 8-9 years old, and I adopted them together when they were kittens. I've loved them all their lives. But now, they have come to a point where they shit outside the litter box, no matter how often I clean it or change the litter. I can clean it and 5 minutes later there is a pile of poo right NEXT to the box! One of them pukes nonstop. She has always had a sensitive stomach, but it has gotten to point that I need to clean my carpet weekly...not just vacuum but clean it! I'm so tired and too broke to constantly buy cat litter and cleaning solution. It has gotten to the point where I feel like all I do is work and clean up after these cats. I don't even look at them with love and affection anymore. They have become more of a burden; not to mention being the crazy cat lady with the nasty puke stains on her floor really isn't going to land me a husband. I don't know what to do at this point. I don't feel right having them euthanized, but I don't trust a shelter or another person to put up with them either. I just know that I can't deal with it anymore. Suggestions?

In sickness and in health...

The Barber and I dated about 5 or so years ago for a few months. It didn't really end too well. We had different interests. I was interested in pursuing my hobbies, such as writing, photography, etc. He was interested in pursuing other women. He was a nice guy...too nice actually so he was always naive to some other women's motives. The Barber soon ended up becoming a daddy not long after we broke it off. I've spoken to him once or twice since then; the last time being about year and a half ago.

I was sitting in a faculty meeting a few weeks ago and received a text from a strange number asking if I was married yet or dating anyone seriously. When I asked who it was, it turned out to be The Barber. The Barber proceeded to tell me that he misses me and knows that we are meant to be together. He told me how much he had grown up and that he wants me to be his wife one day. I found this amusing and intriguing so I agreed to a meeting. We've since gone out a couple times; both of which he was at least 45 minutes late (due to helping some friend/family member out...remember that is the curse of the TOO NICE guy!). We text and/or talk everyday.

This week I've come down with a respiratory virus of some sort. Yet all he could do is complain that I haven't called him all week...that all we've done is text. I kept waiting for him to do the "boyfriend thing" and offer to bring me anything I might need or help me with anything I might need help with. Is that wrong?? Of course, he hasn't. Yesterday, I sent a silly text asking The Barber what was going on in the outside world where the healthy people roam. This fool started telling me what the weather was like! Duh! I've had to take my dog out; I'm well aware of the weather. Then this morning I sent a text saying how draining it was to grocery shop while this sick. He responded four hours later telling me not to over do it. I got snippy and said, "Well,my dog can't do it!" He just LOL'ed me and told me he doesn't want to catch what I have. Pfft...

Funny though...Stalker (yes, we speak occasionally, but nothing new) actually offered to be my errand boy as soon as I told him I was still sick. Something wrong with this picture, or is it just me?

I think I need a more assertive, yet nurturing, man than The Barber. I can't be in a relationship where I have to tell the man how to be in one.