*ring*
"Thanks for calling xyz, this is Kristen, how can I help you?"
"Hi. What 'cha doin'?"
"Um, working? It's crazy here, what's up?"
"Do you think you can come home?"
*WTF?*
"Errr, NO. Why?"
"Well, the water main broke in the basement and it's flooded and I kinda need some help."
OK, so one would think my husband could have been a tad more, shall we say, DIRECT in telling me this.
So I immediately left work, abandoning my co-workers with a floater pharmacist that had no clue what was going on.
Holy crap peeps. Our water main had not broke, rather failed and was SPRAYING water across our basement, thus, covering as much ground as possible.
Thankfully it went the opposite way of our main computer and all that good stuff. There were also a ton of pictures sitting by the computer that were saved.
Miracle of miracles, our wedding pictures were saved because Little Man's waterproof crib mattress had been thrown down there and it was blocking the pictures from the deluge of water. We almost lost ALL OF THEM.
Quite honestly we didn't lose a whole lot because most stuff is in rubbermaid totes, but there were a few things that weren't, but nothing of huge value. My biggest concern is my Rock Band drums, but hopefully they will be OK. Gumby lost some computer stuff, but as he put it, it was stuff that was nice to have on hand, but not anything we truly needed.
So I helped clean our basement for about 2 hours, our front yard littered with garbage. Our neighbor watched as people were checking out our loot and someone took off with the toddler bed and mattress within 20 minutes of it being on the curb.
On the upside, my basement is really clean. Now I'm trying to wade my way through all the laundry that got wet (we sort in laundry baskets, which of course, have holes, so the dirty laundry got wet).
I took the dog to Baby Girl's preschool for show and tell Tuesday. Of course as I told him to jump in the truck, he took off after a critter. I went into super-sonic shriek (my MIL just about died laughing). And there he was, grinning, then confused by my anger of him with the dead chipmunk in his mouth. He stunk of the chipmunk poo he squeezed out of the poor thing and had blood down his leg.
Great, just how I want to put you in the truck, dumb dog. But, alas, he was very good with all the kids and was such a charmer.
My surgery is quickly approaching, I have a few nerves about it, but it will be fine.
MIL's surgery is tomorrow, so more nerves about that and the results.
I've been a tad bitter the past few days over the fact that Patrick's killer still hasn't been charged. It's not fair that he's out, living his life. Makes me a tad pissy. hopefully that will all be resolved soon.
The driver that his my sister was uninsured, so it's just becoming more and more of a nightmare. I just got a call from my insurance company letting me know they are going after the woman personally. Good grief.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Sunday, May 10, 2009
Happy Mother's Day
Five years ago today I became a mother. What a fucking ride. Baby Girl's pregnancy was difficult. The first 12 weeks spent praying that she's stay inside of me. I remember the fear of those weeks, the elation of finally getting to that magical 12 week mark.
I progressed rather uneventful in the pregnancy for the next 14 weeks. Then all hell broke loose. My blood pressure went through the roof, I started spilling protein and damn I was bloated. And not the normal-pregnancy bloated, but the my-liver-doesn't-like-this-baby type bloating. Alas, bedrest was my destiny for the next 12 weeks.
And you know, I love my OB, but several times a week, she'd snarl at me that I'd be lucky to make it to 30 weeks. To 32 weeks. To 33 weeks, and so on. That weighs heavy on your mind. First I was a failure to keep so many babies in my uterus at the beginning, now I was going to be a failure to keep one in for the full 40 weeks; I just couldn't do this pregnancy thing right!
And there we were. 38 weeks. And Baby Girl was HUGE for a 1st baby. They kept testing my blood sugars to make sure I wasn't diabetic. But I perplexed them because while she was thriving, I was losing weight. I was labeled pre-eclamptic.
One of the effects on a baby during preeclampsia is IUGR (intrauterine growth retardation or a small baby). My running joke was maybe Baby Girl WAS iugr, think how big she would have been otherwise.
I went in on Mothers Day evening to start my induction. Sleeping in the hospital sucks. I never really slept, they kept checking my blood pressure through the night and monitoring the baby. Gumby can sleep through a war, so he was fine.
Many hours of induction the next day, 2 failed epidurals and I had her. Delivery was fairly easy, but then she was floppy. And the Neonatologist was a douchebag. I wanted to get up and slap him, even with my OB sewing up her handiwork.
But there she was. A full head of hair. Beautiful. And OURS. We actually got to take her home. Some fool, somewhere was trusting US to be her parents.
And everyday she makes me laugh. She's such a girl. And so much wants to be "grown up" already at 5. Much too independent for my liking, but still my Baby Girl.
So happy birthday to her. Happy Mothers Day to me. I can't wait to see what our next adventure is.
I progressed rather uneventful in the pregnancy for the next 14 weeks. Then all hell broke loose. My blood pressure went through the roof, I started spilling protein and damn I was bloated. And not the normal-pregnancy bloated, but the my-liver-doesn't-like-this-baby type bloating. Alas, bedrest was my destiny for the next 12 weeks.
And you know, I love my OB, but several times a week, she'd snarl at me that I'd be lucky to make it to 30 weeks. To 32 weeks. To 33 weeks, and so on. That weighs heavy on your mind. First I was a failure to keep so many babies in my uterus at the beginning, now I was going to be a failure to keep one in for the full 40 weeks; I just couldn't do this pregnancy thing right!
And there we were. 38 weeks. And Baby Girl was HUGE for a 1st baby. They kept testing my blood sugars to make sure I wasn't diabetic. But I perplexed them because while she was thriving, I was losing weight. I was labeled pre-eclamptic.
One of the effects on a baby during preeclampsia is IUGR (intrauterine growth retardation or a small baby). My running joke was maybe Baby Girl WAS iugr, think how big she would have been otherwise.
I went in on Mothers Day evening to start my induction. Sleeping in the hospital sucks. I never really slept, they kept checking my blood pressure through the night and monitoring the baby. Gumby can sleep through a war, so he was fine.
Many hours of induction the next day, 2 failed epidurals and I had her. Delivery was fairly easy, but then she was floppy. And the Neonatologist was a douchebag. I wanted to get up and slap him, even with my OB sewing up her handiwork.
But there she was. A full head of hair. Beautiful. And OURS. We actually got to take her home. Some fool, somewhere was trusting US to be her parents.
And everyday she makes me laugh. She's such a girl. And so much wants to be "grown up" already at 5. Much too independent for my liking, but still my Baby Girl.
So happy birthday to her. Happy Mothers Day to me. I can't wait to see what our next adventure is.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
I've been slacking
But it's never a dull moment around here.
MIL will have her lumpectomy on 5/15 to see if the cancer spread.
Every May Pampered Chef has their "Help Whip Cancer" campaign and sell pink items and a portion of those sales goes towards breast cancer research. I'm trying to find a time to have a party, I hope every will think about buying something to help support breast cancer research.
I had Parent/Teacher conference with Baby Girl's preschool teacher. Nothing but praise for her as "she's a blessing to have in class". Very ready for 5K. That's exciting.
Things progress with Patrick's affairs, slowly, but there is progression.
Little Man was moved into a big boy bed a few weeks ago. He loves it.
My sister borrowed my car over the weekend (she didn't have a ride home from work Friday and called, so I sent Gumby to pick her up and told him to just give her the car since she also worked Saturday. Heh.)
The accident wasn't her fault. The driver behind her wasn't paying attention and rear-ended her going at least 35 mph. She called, hysterical.
Thank God she was OK. I had to explain the car could be replaced, she could not be. My car was a total loss. And of course the driver at fault gave insurance information that was wrong, so now we suspect the car was uninsured. Lovely.
I feel awful for my sister though.
Other than that, I've got the Swing Flu (aka a cold for the dramatic). We are off to buy our new car this afternoon, another Maxima, just 2 years newer. Wooo.
MIL will have her lumpectomy on 5/15 to see if the cancer spread.
Every May Pampered Chef has their "Help Whip Cancer" campaign and sell pink items and a portion of those sales goes towards breast cancer research. I'm trying to find a time to have a party, I hope every will think about buying something to help support breast cancer research.
I had Parent/Teacher conference with Baby Girl's preschool teacher. Nothing but praise for her as "she's a blessing to have in class". Very ready for 5K. That's exciting.
Things progress with Patrick's affairs, slowly, but there is progression.
Little Man was moved into a big boy bed a few weeks ago. He loves it.
My sister borrowed my car over the weekend (she didn't have a ride home from work Friday and called, so I sent Gumby to pick her up and told him to just give her the car since she also worked Saturday. Heh.)
The accident wasn't her fault. The driver behind her wasn't paying attention and rear-ended her going at least 35 mph. She called, hysterical.
Thank God she was OK. I had to explain the car could be replaced, she could not be. My car was a total loss. And of course the driver at fault gave insurance information that was wrong, so now we suspect the car was uninsured. Lovely.
I feel awful for my sister though.
Other than that, I've got the Swing Flu (aka a cold for the dramatic). We are off to buy our new car this afternoon, another Maxima, just 2 years newer. Wooo.
Monday, April 6, 2009
Random Monday Thoughts
I'm on the mailing list for a nearby church. We've never attended services there, but it seems like such a wonderful community there, though a different faith. Of course, I personally think God doesn't care what flavor you pick, just do right.
Anyway. Today's email said they have a labyrinth walk. Which struck me as thelast only time I saw a true labyrinth was on our honeymoon in Florida, nearly 9 years ago.
Gumby and I travel very oddly. We have days with set things to accomplish. We have other days that we have nothing planned and may just drive and see where the road/wind takes us. That particular day, I saw a grove of orange and grapefruit trees leading down a road. I told Gumby to drive down it, having never seen an orange tree up close and personal.
The road lead to a cemetery and mausoleum, but they also had the labyrinth. I had never seen a real one before and was interested. I read the "instructions".
And of course, forced Gumby to do it with me. I cleared my mind and we started to walk. What was interesting was the revelation that came to me. Gumby and I would pass each other as we walked, sometimes we were nearly on top of each other, other times we were on opposite sides of the labyrinth, but we were always on the same path, with the same end-goal.
And it was there I realized that both in our religious experiences and in our marriage, there will be times we will be completely in sync and others we are light years away, but our end-goal is always the same and we're on the same path. We just do it at our own pace. And that's OK.
That was a defining moment in my life. Such a grown-up through for someone pretending to be a grown-up.
Anyway, I'd be interested in experiencing the labyrinth, but almost wonder if it will be a letdown after my 1st experience. Of course, it helps that my first experience was outside, 80 degrees and sunny as all get-out, heh.
My MIL's cancer spread to her "clear" breast. There was a 3/4" *spot* with clear margins, but that's not good. Her cancer is a very aggressive, nasty kind. It has been lazy in her left breast, remaining in her milk ducts, which is good. But it must have gotten bored and moved to the right breast in a very short time (as the PET scan and mammogram had been clear 2 months earlier).
We will learn tomorrow the game plan. Obviously the lymph nodes on the right have to come out to see if the cancer spread there (thank God she had the double mastectomy right away). If the cancer has spread to the lymph nodes, well, it's going to be ugly. If it hadn't, I'm not sure what the game plan is, but probably not pleasant.
I'm trying to be there as much as possible while she heals from the 1st surgery. It allows my FIL to leave and do errands/get out of the house. Plus the kids entertain my MIL to no end, so that's a bonus.
I had an odd shopping day. I went to Sendik's to get produce and such. So much better than the crap at PNS and cheaper too. Sweet yellow peppers were on sale, so I got Baby Girl a pack, she'll be happy. Some beautiful strawberries and grapes. Yum.
But then I went to Sam's Club. I hate Sam's Club and Wal-Mart. Let's face it, we are mildly poor, so I shop there to save money on things like bottled water (and the french bread is so freakin' good and cheap). And it's a completely different experience than Sendik's, where everyone says hello to me and asks if I need help. I miss that service. Which is also why I shop at Sendiks.
I feel so bad for those that say Sendik's is so much more expensive. OK, yeah, if it's not on sale, it probably is a bit more on grocery staples. But I guarantee the produce is not only better, but it will be less expensive. Same thing for the meat.
Prime example. I always get the kids the Stonyfield Yogurt. I was excited when PNS started carrying it in most of the stores. $4.49 for a 8 pack of the squeeze-able stuff. $3.49 at Sendik's. I buy that crap like it's going out of style, totally worth it to go to Sendik's. I realized this about 6 months ago and haven't looked back. There's very little I go to PNS for anymore (or I go there if I'm doing late shopping, Sendik's closes at either 9 or 10 PM).
Well, I must dash to retrieve my children.
Anyway. Today's email said they have a labyrinth walk. Which struck me as the
Gumby and I travel very oddly. We have days with set things to accomplish. We have other days that we have nothing planned and may just drive and see where the road/wind takes us. That particular day, I saw a grove of orange and grapefruit trees leading down a road. I told Gumby to drive down it, having never seen an orange tree up close and personal.
The road lead to a cemetery and mausoleum, but they also had the labyrinth. I had never seen a real one before and was interested. I read the "instructions".
And of course, forced Gumby to do it with me. I cleared my mind and we started to walk. What was interesting was the revelation that came to me. Gumby and I would pass each other as we walked, sometimes we were nearly on top of each other, other times we were on opposite sides of the labyrinth, but we were always on the same path, with the same end-goal.
And it was there I realized that both in our religious experiences and in our marriage, there will be times we will be completely in sync and others we are light years away, but our end-goal is always the same and we're on the same path. We just do it at our own pace. And that's OK.
That was a defining moment in my life. Such a grown-up through for someone pretending to be a grown-up.
Anyway, I'd be interested in experiencing the labyrinth, but almost wonder if it will be a letdown after my 1st experience. Of course, it helps that my first experience was outside, 80 degrees and sunny as all get-out, heh.
My MIL's cancer spread to her "clear" breast. There was a 3/4" *spot* with clear margins, but that's not good. Her cancer is a very aggressive, nasty kind. It has been lazy in her left breast, remaining in her milk ducts, which is good. But it must have gotten bored and moved to the right breast in a very short time (as the PET scan and mammogram had been clear 2 months earlier).
We will learn tomorrow the game plan. Obviously the lymph nodes on the right have to come out to see if the cancer spread there (thank God she had the double mastectomy right away). If the cancer has spread to the lymph nodes, well, it's going to be ugly. If it hadn't, I'm not sure what the game plan is, but probably not pleasant.
I'm trying to be there as much as possible while she heals from the 1st surgery. It allows my FIL to leave and do errands/get out of the house. Plus the kids entertain my MIL to no end, so that's a bonus.
I had an odd shopping day. I went to Sendik's to get produce and such. So much better than the crap at PNS and cheaper too. Sweet yellow peppers were on sale, so I got Baby Girl a pack, she'll be happy. Some beautiful strawberries and grapes. Yum.
But then I went to Sam's Club. I hate Sam's Club and Wal-Mart. Let's face it, we are mildly poor, so I shop there to save money on things like bottled water (and the french bread is so freakin' good and cheap). And it's a completely different experience than Sendik's, where everyone says hello to me and asks if I need help. I miss that service. Which is also why I shop at Sendiks.
I feel so bad for those that say Sendik's is so much more expensive. OK, yeah, if it's not on sale, it probably is a bit more on grocery staples. But I guarantee the produce is not only better, but it will be less expensive. Same thing for the meat.
Prime example. I always get the kids the Stonyfield Yogurt. I was excited when PNS started carrying it in most of the stores. $4.49 for a 8 pack of the squeeze-able stuff. $3.49 at Sendik's. I buy that crap like it's going out of style, totally worth it to go to Sendik's. I realized this about 6 months ago and haven't looked back. There's very little I go to PNS for anymore (or I go there if I'm doing late shopping, Sendik's closes at either 9 or 10 PM).
Well, I must dash to retrieve my children.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
I think the snail got stepped on
Well, spring is still approaching at a snail's pace. Actually, I'm fairly certain the snail got stepped on, so now it's kinda stuck. It snowed last weekend and I think it's going to again this weekend. *sigh*
The kicker is that Little Man destroyed the zipper in his Land's End parka, so I took it in this week to get it repaired. Takes 6 weeks to get it back. Any why couldn't I have waited another few weeks? Thankfully I have a "spring" jacket from Land's End that is mostly warm enough.
I'm finding myself stuck in a bit of a rut. I'm back in the bad habit of staying up much too late, making it increasingly difficult to get up when I should. I find myself searching for answers that I know I won't find. I hope to find some shread of light, but mostly the answers are contained within a few select people. And unfortunately, at this point, they are not inclined to share a damn thing with me to protect themselves.
We should have a police report this week in regards to Patty's death. The reality of that is both a relief (to have answers) and a curse (to have those answers and know what happened).
The kicker is that Little Man destroyed the zipper in his Land's End parka, so I took it in this week to get it repaired. Takes 6 weeks to get it back. Any why couldn't I have waited another few weeks? Thankfully I have a "spring" jacket from Land's End that is mostly warm enough.
I'm finding myself stuck in a bit of a rut. I'm back in the bad habit of staying up much too late, making it increasingly difficult to get up when I should. I find myself searching for answers that I know I won't find. I hope to find some shread of light, but mostly the answers are contained within a few select people. And unfortunately, at this point, they are not inclined to share a damn thing with me to protect themselves.
We should have a police report this week in regards to Patty's death. The reality of that is both a relief (to have answers) and a curse (to have those answers and know what happened).
Friday, March 27, 2009
Spring approaches...
At a snails pace. We keep getting glimpses of spring, a warm day, the robin's have returned. And we are expected to get 3-6 inches on Saturday.
ARGGGGG.
After we signed the kids up for the local Catholic elementary school, we got a notice that enrollment was low and they looked at the budget, these are the changes, are you still committed type of thing.
We struggled a bit with the decision, because we'd be spending a shit-ton-o-money, sending 2 off the bat. And part of the changes was a 10% tuition increase and they'd be cutting programs. Sounding frighteningly like public school....
But after much decision and a last minute pro/con list (because I'm a dork), we decided to stick with it. The kids loved it there and I was very impressed with the kindergarten teacher.
I get yesterday's mail and they are closing the school because only 62 students (37 families) had committed and they could not keep the school open with that level. Great, just great.
Where I struggle, is I want Little Man in a 5-day-a-week program next year. I want him to start getting used to it, so full-day school won't be such a shock to him the following year. Apparently, few schools in Waukesha County offer 4K, much less 5-day-a-week 4K.
The public schools don't even offer 4K. So we looked at the school in New Berlin, because the hope is to maybe buy a house in New Berlin next year (yeah, I know.....returning to NB...what are we thinking??? I'm going to lose any coolness I once possessed).
Well, they only offer 4K 3 days week. OK, I decided I could deal with that. But here's the kicker. School would start for Baby Girl at 7:45 AM for 5K. Little Man's 4K doesn't start until 8:30 AM. Are you kidding me??? 45 minutes later? That would not work and is a complete waste of gas.
Our only other viable options are sending Baby Girl to the local public school for this year and then sending Little Man to her preschool, but I'm not sure they have space (I have to ask, there are signs all over by the office indicated many classes are already full for the fall *sigh*).
Or there is another Catholic school in Wauwatosa, not *too* far from Gumby's work. I love their website, it had just a ton of information and it seems to be an extremely active school. I'd like to check them out, but Gumby is hesitant. So we're going to drive there this weekend and see how much farther is it from his work.
But all in all, this is really freakin' annoying. Stupid economy.
My MIL's surgery went well. She's very sore, but that is to be expected. There was no cancer in the nodes, so that's good news.
The plans for Disney continue.
Trying to move forward with Patrick's estate, but there are so many stumbling blocks right now. We still don't have a police report, which is pissing me off. I have a call and email into the probate attorney to get advice on how to proceed.
Time Warner can bite my frickin' arse. If they send one more bill for him, I swear, I will rip into some poor, unsuspecting soul that answers the phone. Idiots.
All in all, I'm pretty freakin' cranky right now. And the people that own the Chinese restaurant by the hospital must think I'm insane. The past 2 nights I've gone in and gotten nothing but egg drop soup for my MIL and FIL. But I'm sure these people are like, "Egg drop soup, that's it? Really?".
heh.
ARGGGGG.
After we signed the kids up for the local Catholic elementary school, we got a notice that enrollment was low and they looked at the budget, these are the changes, are you still committed type of thing.
We struggled a bit with the decision, because we'd be spending a shit-ton-o-money, sending 2 off the bat. And part of the changes was a 10% tuition increase and they'd be cutting programs. Sounding frighteningly like public school....
But after much decision and a last minute pro/con list (because I'm a dork), we decided to stick with it. The kids loved it there and I was very impressed with the kindergarten teacher.
I get yesterday's mail and they are closing the school because only 62 students (37 families) had committed and they could not keep the school open with that level. Great, just great.
Where I struggle, is I want Little Man in a 5-day-a-week program next year. I want him to start getting used to it, so full-day school won't be such a shock to him the following year. Apparently, few schools in Waukesha County offer 4K, much less 5-day-a-week 4K.
The public schools don't even offer 4K. So we looked at the school in New Berlin, because the hope is to maybe buy a house in New Berlin next year (yeah, I know.....returning to NB...what are we thinking??? I'm going to lose any coolness I once possessed).
Well, they only offer 4K 3 days week. OK, I decided I could deal with that. But here's the kicker. School would start for Baby Girl at 7:45 AM for 5K. Little Man's 4K doesn't start until 8:30 AM. Are you kidding me??? 45 minutes later? That would not work and is a complete waste of gas.
Our only other viable options are sending Baby Girl to the local public school for this year and then sending Little Man to her preschool, but I'm not sure they have space (I have to ask, there are signs all over by the office indicated many classes are already full for the fall *sigh*).
Or there is another Catholic school in Wauwatosa, not *too* far from Gumby's work. I love their website, it had just a ton of information and it seems to be an extremely active school. I'd like to check them out, but Gumby is hesitant. So we're going to drive there this weekend and see how much farther is it from his work.
But all in all, this is really freakin' annoying. Stupid economy.
My MIL's surgery went well. She's very sore, but that is to be expected. There was no cancer in the nodes, so that's good news.
The plans for Disney continue.
Trying to move forward with Patrick's estate, but there are so many stumbling blocks right now. We still don't have a police report, which is pissing me off. I have a call and email into the probate attorney to get advice on how to proceed.
Time Warner can bite my frickin' arse. If they send one more bill for him, I swear, I will rip into some poor, unsuspecting soul that answers the phone. Idiots.
All in all, I'm pretty freakin' cranky right now. And the people that own the Chinese restaurant by the hospital must think I'm insane. The past 2 nights I've gone in and gotten nothing but egg drop soup for my MIL and FIL. But I'm sure these people are like, "Egg drop soup, that's it? Really?".
heh.
Friday, March 20, 2009
I feel like all I do is complain
Because, really, I do have an outstanding life, husband, children, family, etc. But man, can I catch a break?
Last Friday I was happily shopping at Sendiks with the kids, because I'm always in my happy place there. Then the phone rings. It's my MIL. Sweet, I can ask what groceries they need as my FIL had gotten pneumonia and the general plague (hopefully not from me, but what are ya gonna do?).
She explains my FIL now has a sinus infection on top of the pneumonia. And there was one itsy-bitsy problem.
She was having chest pain and needed to go to the hospital and my FIL couldn't take her because he'd infect and kill half the population. Great. Just frakin' great.
Off I go to drop the kids off at my folks and to take her to the hospital. I had to call into work (I'd picked up an extra shift since I missed so much after Pat's death).
Around 7:15 PM Gumby calls and says Little Man has an ear infection and is crying. Gives him ibuprofen. I call back 30 minutes later and am told, "He's still cranky, but he'll make it through the night."
Right. And I guess you'll be getting up with him in the middle of the night?
OK, that was bitchy, after all, last time Little Man woke up with the growing pains, Gumby handled it like a champ. But he was still awake. Once he's asleep, all bets are off.
I leave the MIL at the hospital (she was admitted to have a heart cath the next day) and off I go to get Little Man to take him to Urgent Care.
Get him there and he WILL. NOT. STOP. CRYING. My tough little guy that will fall down a flight of steps, get up and say, "I'm ok Mumma.", then run off, could not stop crying.
He finally falls asleep sitting up with me rubbing his head. They take one look in the ear he complained about and went, "Ew." Checked the other ear and it too was infected. Poor thing had a double ear infection. Lovely.
Saturday was good, spent most of the day at the hospital. Went out to dinner with Gumby that night and then the comedy club, which, I will say the comedians were OK, but it was nice to get out.
Sunday I worked, all was well.
Monday was the start of spring break. WOOOOO. I can sleep in! Til 7:30. *sigh*
Monday was my mistake. I ate something. I had a total Homer Simpson moment and ate something I should NOT have eaten. If you've never seen, "Selma's Choice" from the 4th season of the Simpson's, you've missed out on probably one of the funniest episodes ever that I decided to re-enact.
Sooooooooooo. I've been down and out since. Last night, I finally ate food, a sub from Cousins, which sat well and didn't hurt me. Score!
Today, I had my abdominal ultrasound. Turns out I have a rock band in my gallbladder and it must nowdie be removed. So yeah for not only having surgery, but hitting our deductible in the first quarter of the year! Wooo-hooo!
Now on to other topics to bitch about.
You know, nothing irritates me more than pseudo-rich people bitching about stuff they really have no right to bitch about. We send Emma to a Christian-preschool. It's not cheap, but it's not as bad as some places, so I don't complain. She's learned a lot there.
And I admit, we're probably one of the less affluential parents that use the school. Whatever. We chose to spend our money on education.
But I listen to these Mom's pick up their kids everyday and all they do is bitch about the school and how they don't like the lunch rules (because is it really so bad to have to pack something from the 4 food groups everyday?). As I was leaving yesterday, still feeling like shit, one of the Mom's looked at me and barked, "I am so fed up with this, I HAVE to find a new school for them."
Because, you know, uprooting them in April is the thing to do to a 3 and 4 year old. And then they stood in the hallway bitching this afternoon.
I'm sorry. Get over it. It's PRESCHOOL people. I've had very few complaints over the past 2 years that Em's been there. Like, you know, maybe 2? One major, one not so major. But good gravy.
But I see the same thing working at the Walgreens. I'm no dummy, I made a salary near equal to my husbands when I worked full-time, but we made this decision so I could go to school. Yet these people with "money" like to come in and try to intimidate me, thinking I must be a moron working a Walgreens. (a moron they trust with their life as I fill their prescriptions...bwuhahahahahaha).
No, I'm no moron. I found a part time job that paid a decent amount, that is flexible around my school schedule and my family life. Sounds like a win-win situation to me!
I just don't understand people.
Last Friday I was happily shopping at Sendiks with the kids, because I'm always in my happy place there. Then the phone rings. It's my MIL. Sweet, I can ask what groceries they need as my FIL had gotten pneumonia and the general plague (hopefully not from me, but what are ya gonna do?).
She explains my FIL now has a sinus infection on top of the pneumonia. And there was one itsy-bitsy problem.
She was having chest pain and needed to go to the hospital and my FIL couldn't take her because he'd infect and kill half the population. Great. Just frakin' great.
Off I go to drop the kids off at my folks and to take her to the hospital. I had to call into work (I'd picked up an extra shift since I missed so much after Pat's death).
Around 7:15 PM Gumby calls and says Little Man has an ear infection and is crying. Gives him ibuprofen. I call back 30 minutes later and am told, "He's still cranky, but he'll make it through the night."
Right. And I guess you'll be getting up with him in the middle of the night?
OK, that was bitchy, after all, last time Little Man woke up with the growing pains, Gumby handled it like a champ. But he was still awake. Once he's asleep, all bets are off.
I leave the MIL at the hospital (she was admitted to have a heart cath the next day) and off I go to get Little Man to take him to Urgent Care.
Get him there and he WILL. NOT. STOP. CRYING. My tough little guy that will fall down a flight of steps, get up and say, "I'm ok Mumma.", then run off, could not stop crying.
He finally falls asleep sitting up with me rubbing his head. They take one look in the ear he complained about and went, "Ew." Checked the other ear and it too was infected. Poor thing had a double ear infection. Lovely.
Saturday was good, spent most of the day at the hospital. Went out to dinner with Gumby that night and then the comedy club, which, I will say the comedians were OK, but it was nice to get out.
Sunday I worked, all was well.
Monday was the start of spring break. WOOOOO. I can sleep in! Til 7:30. *sigh*
Monday was my mistake. I ate something. I had a total Homer Simpson moment and ate something I should NOT have eaten. If you've never seen, "Selma's Choice" from the 4th season of the Simpson's, you've missed out on probably one of the funniest episodes ever that I decided to re-enact.
Sooooooooooo. I've been down and out since. Last night, I finally ate food, a sub from Cousins, which sat well and didn't hurt me. Score!
Today, I had my abdominal ultrasound. Turns out I have a rock band in my gallbladder and it must now
Now on to other topics to bitch about.
You know, nothing irritates me more than pseudo-rich people bitching about stuff they really have no right to bitch about. We send Emma to a Christian-preschool. It's not cheap, but it's not as bad as some places, so I don't complain. She's learned a lot there.
And I admit, we're probably one of the less affluential parents that use the school. Whatever. We chose to spend our money on education.
But I listen to these Mom's pick up their kids everyday and all they do is bitch about the school and how they don't like the lunch rules (because is it really so bad to have to pack something from the 4 food groups everyday?). As I was leaving yesterday, still feeling like shit, one of the Mom's looked at me and barked, "I am so fed up with this, I HAVE to find a new school for them."
Because, you know, uprooting them in April is the thing to do to a 3 and 4 year old. And then they stood in the hallway bitching this afternoon.
I'm sorry. Get over it. It's PRESCHOOL people. I've had very few complaints over the past 2 years that Em's been there. Like, you know, maybe 2? One major, one not so major. But good gravy.
But I see the same thing working at the Walgreens. I'm no dummy, I made a salary near equal to my husbands when I worked full-time, but we made this decision so I could go to school. Yet these people with "money" like to come in and try to intimidate me, thinking I must be a moron working a Walgreens. (a moron they trust with their life as I fill their prescriptions...bwuhahahahahaha).
No, I'm no moron. I found a part time job that paid a decent amount, that is flexible around my school schedule and my family life. Sounds like a win-win situation to me!
I just don't understand people.
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