I must have done something really, really seriously bad in a previous life. I'm not sure which one, but I must've made quite the impression...and it wasn't the one I needed to make.
You know those women who post those oh-so-perfect pics of their children? The ones shot by a professional photographer? Or the ones of the kids "just being kids" and yet they're all so damn cute you feel like a sugar rod was crammed down your throat? They blog on homemade foods and monogrammed sheets and spiritual journeys. They find joy in every freaking moment of their day. Today I was the opposite of that. Opposite doesn't even do it justice...I was the antithesis of that.
My morning actually started last night. I noticed a slight red streak on my finger which began throbbing shortly thereafter. The pain passed but there was still some redness. Fast-forward to this morning.
I woke up to the announcement from my Better Half that he was, indeed, ill and would not be going to work. Matter of fact, he was sick enough that he might go to the doctor. Well, not if I don't beat him there. The finger? Still a wee swollen and red, but sore and definitely tingly. So, let's get this party started.
Just to break it down, here's what followed.
Dropped Baby Girl, aka Hurricane, off at daycare. She cried and hid behind my leg till I pried her away. Went to doc and got said finger inspected. Apparently it's being treated as a major infection. How major? Stomach-wrenching Augmentin for 10 days. The upside is my insides should be fairly clean in a short period of time. Came home and got the Bigs for our trip to the dentist. Teeth cleaned and no cavities...SCORE!
We made a pit stop at the mall for lunch and some shorts. Things go well other than a short span of tears when I apparently went to the shops in the wrong order. I didn't know there was a pre-planned order, but I guess so. From here, it was off to get my wig did.
So, the wig...I love, love, love the girl who does my hair. She is phenomenal in so many ways. I know that more than ever because we spent lots of quality time together today. My hair is now the perfect shade of brown/black with purple highlights...but the first time it was copper...and the second time it was copper-red. While both were okay (alright, the first one sucked beyond suckiness), it wasn't my vision. Now it is...minus the discussion about how my hair is thinning in the front and we don't know why. I'm a medical mystery, dude.
After Round One, Round Two, and Round Three of Hair, I stopped by the grocery store to grab some milk and yogurt (to replace all the shit being killed by my super dose of Augmentin). Did I mention I have low blood pressure? All this sitting to attain my perfect hair color did a number on me and I just about kissed the floor of the grocery store in the dairy aisle. I was also partially deaf except for the whooshing sound of the blood pounding through my brain and my heart thought it was 1992 and we were raving with glowsticks.
After I could hear and my heart took a moment to relax, we headed home where we found Better Half did indeed go to the doctor. Conclusion: Bronchitis. Suhwheett! Now we can be on antibiotics together! The couple that diarrheas together, stays together!
Next up, Baby Girl runs through the field to the neighbor's without shoes while I chase her. Shoes aren't so important except for sticker plants and, oh, ticks. She makes it safely only to get kicked in the face by the neighbor. Nice.
We decided ice cream would make things better at least for the moment. In a loving, family moment, one kid calls the other fat and tears ensue. We head home where the one kid goes to bed for the night and the others commence to running amok. The oldest is then telling me how bored she is and the baby girl is busy screaming, "NO!!" at me for basically anything I say. I'm tellin' ya, this is the life.
It is now late. Better Half has a temperature, but the kids are all asleep. I'm not sure where one is sleeping, but I know he is inside somewhere. Tomorrow I will wake and start again. I will make a call to the doctor to see if my thyroid is misbehaving, then I'm heading out with some girlfriends to do some much-needed relaxation and a concert.
I usually have some positive spin/twist to put on the chaos that is my life, but tonight? I got nothin. Nada, nihil, zip. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for all that I have..but sometimes I need a break from all that I have so I can appreciate it. Tomorrow=Mommy Time!
You know those women who post those oh-so-perfect pics of their children? The ones shot by a professional photographer? Or the ones of the kids "just being kids" and yet they're all so damn cute you feel like a sugar rod was crammed down your throat? They blog on homemade foods and monogrammed sheets and spiritual journeys. They find joy in every freaking moment of their day. Today I was the opposite of that. Opposite doesn't even do it justice...I was the antithesis of that.
My morning actually started last night. I noticed a slight red streak on my finger which began throbbing shortly thereafter. The pain passed but there was still some redness. Fast-forward to this morning.
I woke up to the announcement from my Better Half that he was, indeed, ill and would not be going to work. Matter of fact, he was sick enough that he might go to the doctor. Well, not if I don't beat him there. The finger? Still a wee swollen and red, but sore and definitely tingly. So, let's get this party started.
Just to break it down, here's what followed.
Dropped Baby Girl, aka Hurricane, off at daycare. She cried and hid behind my leg till I pried her away. Went to doc and got said finger inspected. Apparently it's being treated as a major infection. How major? Stomach-wrenching Augmentin for 10 days. The upside is my insides should be fairly clean in a short period of time. Came home and got the Bigs for our trip to the dentist. Teeth cleaned and no cavities...SCORE!
We made a pit stop at the mall for lunch and some shorts. Things go well other than a short span of tears when I apparently went to the shops in the wrong order. I didn't know there was a pre-planned order, but I guess so. From here, it was off to get my wig did.
So, the wig...I love, love, love the girl who does my hair. She is phenomenal in so many ways. I know that more than ever because we spent lots of quality time together today. My hair is now the perfect shade of brown/black with purple highlights...but the first time it was copper...and the second time it was copper-red. While both were okay (alright, the first one sucked beyond suckiness), it wasn't my vision. Now it is...minus the discussion about how my hair is thinning in the front and we don't know why. I'm a medical mystery, dude.
After Round One, Round Two, and Round Three of Hair, I stopped by the grocery store to grab some milk and yogurt (to replace all the shit being killed by my super dose of Augmentin). Did I mention I have low blood pressure? All this sitting to attain my perfect hair color did a number on me and I just about kissed the floor of the grocery store in the dairy aisle. I was also partially deaf except for the whooshing sound of the blood pounding through my brain and my heart thought it was 1992 and we were raving with glowsticks.
After I could hear and my heart took a moment to relax, we headed home where we found Better Half did indeed go to the doctor. Conclusion: Bronchitis. Suhwheett! Now we can be on antibiotics together! The couple that diarrheas together, stays together!
Next up, Baby Girl runs through the field to the neighbor's without shoes while I chase her. Shoes aren't so important except for sticker plants and, oh, ticks. She makes it safely only to get kicked in the face by the neighbor. Nice.
We decided ice cream would make things better at least for the moment. In a loving, family moment, one kid calls the other fat and tears ensue. We head home where the one kid goes to bed for the night and the others commence to running amok. The oldest is then telling me how bored she is and the baby girl is busy screaming, "NO!!" at me for basically anything I say. I'm tellin' ya, this is the life.
It is now late. Better Half has a temperature, but the kids are all asleep. I'm not sure where one is sleeping, but I know he is inside somewhere. Tomorrow I will wake and start again. I will make a call to the doctor to see if my thyroid is misbehaving, then I'm heading out with some girlfriends to do some much-needed relaxation and a concert.
I usually have some positive spin/twist to put on the chaos that is my life, but tonight? I got nothin. Nada, nihil, zip. Don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for all that I have..but sometimes I need a break from all that I have so I can appreciate it. Tomorrow=Mommy Time!
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