A month (or 2) of Sundays…
Blah blah blah promise of writing more blah blah.
Things are just…well, let’s say I’ve had a REALLY bad couple of days. Tuesday MIL and I went up to the Habitat ReStore to see if we could put together some stuff for a recycled chicken coop for the babies to hatch in (and current babies to live in). Actually had a really good time, bought some awesome stuff for under $75 and I really can’t wait to get the project rolling.
Anyway, while we were at the counter checking out, Mal was in the shopping cart and I turned to swipe my card. Jaime decided to hang on the side of the cart and tipped it over. Mal smashed mouth first into the concrete floor. Blood everywhere. Very bad. I finally got ahold of his pediatricians office who suggest we go to KidMed, so that’s what we did. MIL took Xander home with her and Jaime and I went up to the other side of town to have Mal seen. Honestly, the people there were useless. He chipped his top tooth and one on the bottom got twisted, but seriously, all KidMed did was look to see if he needed stitches and send us on our way.
His mouth was obviously in a lot of pain, and he didn’t nurse at all that night (which is HUGE because he nurses to sleep and usually nurses through a good part of the night as well). Early Wednesday morning I got up to give him some Tylenol because he was fussing and I noticed these giant red lumps under his tongue…looked like they were sacs full of blood or something. So I emailed the ped who told me to take him to a pediatric dentist to have it checked out.
Again, big waste of time. Chip is superficial, he can’t tell if there’s been any nerve damage in the twisted one but he thinks probably not, and the things under his tongue were just swollen and bruised and there’s nothing to do but wait for it to heal. Except they keep him from using his tongue at all, so he didn’t nurse for over 24 hours. I tried pumping but the flanges I have don’t fit right and I don’t respond all that well to a pump anyway.
The second we got home from that, I had to drop the kids with MIL so I could go to a therapy session at a local mental health clinic in order to try to get my Zoloft refilled. Well, of course the session was like, I don’t know…2 hours long or something? Sucked. I didn’t realize how hard it was going to be to go over my history and dig up some crappy stuff. Anyway so I was under the impression I would get my precription that day, but she said that wasn’t the case – I would have to see the doctor and they were currently 6 weeks out. WTF. So she made a call to a regular family practice that uses a sliding scale and made me an appointment for today.
I woke up this morning around 6am in severe pain. Either lack of nursing or the crappy fit of the pump (or a combination) has led to a plugged duct in my right breast that makes it difficult to move a lot of my body for fear I’ll jiggle it or bump it. IT HURTS. So I was dealing with that, and then I went to the stupid doc apt for my prescription. MIL called and said she couldn’t watch the kids because she was sick. Ok. So I took them with me.
O.M.G. An hour and a half in the waiting room with Mal screaming, Jaime throwing fits, Xander constantly whining that he’s bored, how much longer, why are we waiting so long, ect. FINALLY got in there and the doctor was a bitch. Told Xander she was going to make him sit out in the hall if he didn’t be quiet. And not only had the nerve to complain about my blood pressure (after an hour and a half in the waiting room with 3 small boys) but the bitch had to weigh 200lbs more than me. Now, normally I wouldn’t say something horrible like that, but SERIOUSLY?! My entire body was so sore by the time we got home from the duct, tension, wrangling the boys, ect. that I came in, made sandwhiches, and took my ass to bed for an hour.
After I got up and Wes got home, I discovered that we’d lost one of our precious mama chickens. 🙁 I really wish I knew what was getting them so I could make it suffer. I’m so very sad to see her go. She was such a good little mama. And I’m really glad that she was sharing the nest with another hen, so the chicks aren’t orphans now. We are missing one of the babies, though. 🙁 I’m really hoping it’ll be out there when I go in the morning, but I’m doubting it. Poor Pidgey wouldn’t even move…just stood there calling out to her baby. :'(
To add to the suck-fest that is my life, my husband is leaving for 6 weeks. I am insanely codependent, especially when dealing with all the stress I’ve been dealing with lately. I have NO IDEA how I’m going to survive without him. I mean, it’s good. It’s LOTS of money ($300 to start, $90/DAY per diem tax free on top of 70 hours of work a week which is a shitton of money in overtime alone, and another $300 when he’s done), but to have him gone that long…it’s going to kill me. 🙁 He’s only a few hours away so he’ll be coming home on his one day off a week (it’s 6 days, 12 hours a day) but that’s nothing. I mean, it’s something. But yeah. I’m completely unprepared. He leaves Sunday. I can’t even wrap my brain around it right now.
Just to end on some good notes, we finally got our taxes done. Don’t ask me how it makes any sense at all, but we are getting a MASSIVE return. Wes only made $25k last year, plus $8k in unemployment, so a little over $30k all together (32-something because we also lost $1k in rental stuff at the other house). So someone explain to me how we’re getting over $10k in tax return… Yeah, that’s right. $9k in federal and another $1200 in state. I don’t get it. Not that I’m complaining, but at the same time…wow. Not really helping with the national debt if they’re going to give me back 1/3 of what we made last year. Especially when we only paid like, $6000 in taxes to begin with or something. Anyway. I have to pay off the credit card (which got run up when we had no money) and that’s a little over $3k. Plus my laptop which is $400. The rest is basically going into savings so we can figure out where the hell we’re going to live in August. OH and I got a little over $600 back from my Pell Grant for school, so yeah…the money’s coming. Ha.
Alright, it’s late, I’m tired, and I’m done dumping my brain.
