As I put Snuggly Girl to bed tonight, she summed up WW perfectly:
I mean, I get what I get, and I'll take what I get, but that doesn't mean I won't grumble about it.
And grumble I will! If I don't fall asleep first. Sleepy, so very sleepy.
I was going to whine about my vacation, but that seems a bit petty. It was a great trip except for the part where going hiking with Snuggly Girl, her Dad, and my Dad gave me flashbacks to unpleasant childhood hiking trips. I managed to pretty much keep my shit together until I got her into bed and then I lost it. Lost it! Cried and cried.
So I thought a lot about my relationship with my Dad for a couple of days and maybe processed a few things, and here I am at home and OK. And sleepy.
What makes you grumble this week?
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Oh, Madeleine, the flashbacks sound awful. I hope the processing is going well.
I love the Snuggly Girl summary of WW!
As for me, I got crappy medical news today, so I am sulking. And I haven't seen my boyfriend in two weeks, and probably wont for at least two more. And my dog has an ear infection. And I keep having to go into school for "just an hour," which totally wrecks the schedule, since the travel time is also significant. And, and, I get what I get, and I'll take what I get, but that doesn't mean I wont grumble!"
((( madeleine )))
and ((( redzils )))
This has been a week of serious suckage. Major suckage.
School started, which should have been awesome but no... it was not. Daughter's schedule was totally and completely wrong. EVERY frigging thing on it was wrong. So much for my faith that they finally got something right. I never learn. So she waited Thursday and never saw her guidance counselor. Ditto Friday. Ditto Monday. On Monday I lost my temper and left a VM with the Math Head telling him to get his frigging act together or else. Then I wrote an email to the superintendent, copied the SpEd director, housemaster and guidance counselor and said "You jackasses screwed up again and I'm going to the state for mediation." I'm paraphrasing here. But that is what I wanted to say. :-)
The wheels started turning within hours of the email, and tomorrow am she has a guidance appt to fix her schedule. WHY do I have to threaten them to get them to move?
Next: remember my son hurt his knee? We went to see Sports Med doctor who orders an MRI. We did the MRI tonight. But today he comes home from school and has a huge hurt on the OTHER knee so he can barely walk. EXCELLENT. They were playing flag football and some teacher asst forgot it was flag and tackled him. Grrrr. So now we have to go back the the doctor to have the MRI films, which are in my living room, read and to examine the other knee.
Next: I got laid off from my job because the funding didn't go through to London, where the home office is located. I'm pissed. I might be rehired later on. But I'm not counting on it.
Next: Finances continue to be a huge bugaboo, although this month I'm only down by $100, which isn't that bad. Ahem.
Was planning to go to the Maine Common Ground hippie organic farmers fair which is a TOTAL blast but my kids refuse to be seen with me. Isn't that special?
High holidays are coming and we have no real place to go this year. I'm not going back to our previous shul, and although I've found a place I like, my kids refuse to go. Do I want to spend all that time in shul alone? I think not.
We are so behind on laundry because my damn son will NOT take his clothes out of the washer until they're moldy and disgusting and have to be rewashed, thus holding up everyone else. No matter how much I nag, cajole, scream, beg, threaten... I can't get him to move. This week he rewashed the same load three times. Teenagers suck.
My daughter, however, has become pleasant again and is liking working at Panera. The free food helps.
Oh, and the kitten continues to be the best source of entertainment ever. You guys gotta get a kitten. They are just so freaking funny.
Hugs to Redzils and Madeleine and Margalit!
I was planning to whine about pain--baby was head down, 36 weeks, lots of intense pressure. Didn't sleep Monday night. Noticed the pain was rhythmic on Tuesday. Decided to keep track of the pain, just to rule out labor. I called the OB after 1.5 hours of 6-9 minute apart pains. I didn't want to drive all the way there to be told false labor and you have 17 more days to go, suck it up.At my Monday OB appt I was 0 cm and not effaced.
Of course this story ends with the triage nurse cajoling me into coming in. I was 4 cm. My doctor swore happily and cleared her afternoon patients. And at 4pm, Arabella Louise was born! (sorry to JenR for Rob not calling last night. He has a long list to go.) I was that unprepared--the call list was a fragment, the bag unpacked, I even had my dad drive me to the clinic.
The whole day was surreal. Baby is doing pretty well--5 lb 8 oz, 19.5 inches long. She is taking to nursing. She slept pretty well last night. I can't sleep. That will bite me later. Probably in time to whine next week.
Thank you to all of the pixies for your support during these last several months!
Squeee!!!!!!!
WOOOHOOO!
MAZEL TOV!
Yay for Sarah and Arabella!
Hooray for Sarah and Arabella (what a beautiful name!)
Hugs for madeleine, redzils and margalit. I love Snuggly Girl's approach - it works.
Whine: The pain-free relief gave up the ghost on Saturday. I still feel it now at around 5/10, but it's nothing like it was on the weekend. Family doc said on the phone he will NOT re-inject the trigger points as the letter from the specialist had requested.
Anti-whine: This afternoon I get my drug test (yes, he's still going to do the drug test) - which will be clean - then MAYBE, I will get some pain relief when I need it.
Anti-whine: I found a physio in town who has been doing myofascial work for 20 years AND does acupuncture. I see her tomorrow. And my extended health-care will cover the $90 appointment.
Whine: I've hurt every day since Saturday. I have committed to going back to work Oct 7th. I sit up at night wondering if I'll really be able to do this. I'm still so fireplacin' tired. I haven't stopped chasing pain (except for those glorious three weeks) for almost six months. I just want to sleep - not so much the work. But, no choice there.
Whine: The stooopid Canadian Conservative party calling an election for Oct 14th. Jerks. The Prime Minister's just afraid that if the Republicans lose in November, he won't have anyone to sit with at G8 meetings.
congratulations, sarah!!! welcome to the world, baby arabella!!!
oh, margalit. so sorry.
(((((( sue ))))))) it sucks that the pain came back. your doctor had better get on the fireplacing clue train this afternoon, and help you get relief again.
daughter leaves for college again on monday. she has packed exactly nothing. her dad will drive her and all the stuff up. i'll fly to meet them, and we'll be doing power-move-in at the dorm next wednesday morning, after which she'll run over to band camp. i'll stay that night, just in case, since she cried and wanted to come home the first day last year.
nervous whine/AW: i asked my son to come home and pet-sit while we are gone -- dog boarding is expensive, and i have not located a catsitter. he agreed to the "no visitors except the girlfriend we like" clause. but i'm not quite sure of his reliability...
AW: daughter and her best friend went to disneyland, and she brought presents, even for her brother! she gave me and her dad a mickey and minnie wedding figurine [even though it gives her the willies to think of her parents being romantic], and i almost died of the cuteness.
Kathy a. - best wishes for the college drop off and the nervous whine.
Sue,
I was so very thrilled to come home and read that you'd been pain free for a few weeks! I'm sorry the magic wore off. Gentle hugs while you look for a local source of relief.
Uh-oh. The dog does not have an ear infection. She has a mysterious swelling on one side of her skull, which makes her yelp when touched. So, as I am typing this, she is at the vet having her head shaved and X-rayed. This blows the budget, but mostly I am worried about my furry baby - she is only three, and I am sad to know she is scared and I cant help! Any healthy-dog thoughts would be appreciated...
p.s. -- pixies, please think good thoughts for annika: http://moreena.typepad.com/
and for my favorite brother-in-law, who is having major surgery on monday for prostate cancer.
oh, redzils! your poor pup. sending healty dog vibes, and crossing fingers.
Margalit, so sorry for teh suckiness. That job dude seems a bit sketchy, though for your bank account's sake I was hoping it'd be OK. My inner college student says FREE FOOD! Woot! (We didn't actually say woot when I was in college, but FREE FOOD! We were all over it.) And I'm glad the new job is good for daughter's attitude.
Sarah! Congratulations on Arabella's arrival! My goodness, that's an exciting story. I hope she keeps sleeping and you start, right quick. Kiss her soft little head for me, please.
Sending good pixie vibes for kathy a's brother-in-law, redzils pup, and of course for annika.
Woot! Babies! love the name, too :)
Whine: the lack of time housework cascade is in full force. Anything I do means putting off something else. We're still catching up from having our kitchen out of commission most of labor day weekend. I do dishes, laundry piles up. I do laundry - the folding piles up. I fold laundry- the Mthrfrikker PAPERS start piling up.
The papers. The PAPERS! School has started, and Secunda is now in Kindergarten, and this means TWICE the PAPERS. Folders every day. Dates to be written down. Forms that must be saved someplace at home for a week or a month and then sent back with signatures in certain places. Copies of math charts that must be kept on hand to use for math homework. Pleas from the PTA for help, for money, for members, for attendees at events. Reminders from the teacher that everyone shoudl go to bed and time and that Reading Is Fundamental! Scholastic Book orders. Art Projects. And they all get mixed up with the mail that comes in at the same time of day - three Lands End Catalogs a week! Address labels from the Humane Society that we should really (nudge guilt nudge) "pay" for if we want to use. Magazines, magazines, magazines - and offers for different magazines, because clearly we are People Who Read. (or suckers for magazine salesmen? Either works for them). Separate prospectuses (prospecti?) for every. single. individual. fund. in the mutual fund family husband's 503 is in. Same for our Roth IRAs. And it all goes on the table to be sorted thorugh and if I get even a day behind someone moves it all to the windowsill or the piano bench at dinnertime so we can have Family Dinner and then its all lost in a drift of kid stuff and the Art that gets made at home (because there's not enough Art at school!).
Can you tell I get a little crazy when I start feeling like I live in a recycling dumpster?
OK, I was going to whine about my baby Still.Not.Sleeping at 6 months old. But now I'm going to whine that I don't have baby Arabella's presents finished. Still, that means there's a huge antiwhine that she here! and healthy! and Sarah is healthy! Yay!
Bonus small-person whine:
Baby boy keeps pulling himself up to stand and then forgets he doesn't know how to walk. Much falling ensues.
Whine: My workplace's security folks seem to think that I don't need no stinkin' badges.
But the doors of the building disagree.
AW: I love my commute and my coworkers are very nice!
Sarah!!! Yay!!! Congratulations!!!! And Arabella is a BEAUTIFUL name, which I can say with some assurance as it is only one syllable different from my daughter's name.
Whine: my family doc will not re-inject my identified trigger points. No way. No how.
Anti-whine: He's called everyone he can think of locally who might have been willing to do so.
Whine: No one will do it. No way. No how.
*sigh*
This is not a new technique. It was developed in 1947 by two reknowned anesthesiologists.
WTF?
When I asked for a prescription to get me through the pain that breaks through the trigger point treatment, he said no.
Okaaaayyyyy.....so the 60 days of hell was really just a prelude to "forget it honey - no more pain relief for you, ever"
nice.
Could you all spare some prayers? One of my STBX's employees was murdered the other night. This was particularly senseless and STBX is upset that a promising future was cut much too short.
In other whines, this has been the first night I've been home all week and I have several business trips planned for the next month.
AW: I love my job. Really.
Hurricane approaching + bored weathercasters = paranoia. Multiply by one pessimistic husband and what do you get? Lots of extra errands for esperanza.
Seriously, looks to be a long weekend for us around these parts and I don't mean to be so self-centered about it. But take a deep breath, dear one.
Hooray for Sarah. And Sue? Your doc needs some serious cluestickin'
Sue, that is beyond HORRIBLE. I am just AGHAST at their callous indifference to your pain.
Prayers all around where they're needed - both serious ones and ones where you ask Jesus to please maybe if you're feeling up to it have a tree fall on the officials at Margalit's school and Sue's non helpful doctors. But really - only if you're feeling up to it Jesus - I promise - when I when an award I will most definitely thank you. For reals.
Yay! Babies!!
Congrats Sarah!
And my own whine/antiwhine is that come Monday at 10:15 I will have a new baby myself!!!
i think sara speaks for us all, about the avalanches of paper.
jenr -- your small person is SO advanced!
hugs to uccellina, liz, esperanza, and miranda.
sue, i'm also horrified that your doc will not provide backup pain relief. wtf? is it possible that the wonderful doctor who gave you relief has contacts local to you?
(((( diane )))) looking forward to a full report on the newest baboo! xoxo
Just so we're all clear that I haven't suffered a psychotic break - I just re-read my post - and I meant to say "tree fall on the car of...." not have a tree fall on the actual people.
Can I blame that slip on the baby?
UPdate. Daughter STILL does not have a schedule and now they're using tactics like telling her that if she had gone into the dumbass program like they requested, none of this would have happened. I'm off to a sit-in at the superintendent's office tomorrow morning. And I'm back in mediation. NO excuse for this except wanton neglect.
Sarah..a baby. A baby with a beautiful name. Mazel Tov!
Sue... that doctor is a complete asshat and needs a GIANT cluestick inserted where the sun don't shine. How about a tree trunk? That might work. Is there any way to get another doctor. This guy is harmful and totally idiotic to deny you pain meds. That's just cruel. I say KILL HIM. But make it really really painful. Like peel his skin off in slices and say "Does this hurt? How about this? Or this?" A girl can dream...:-)
KathyA... daughter leaving? Big gigantic mushy hugs all around.
Redzils... fingers crossed that the puppy will be just fine and it's some kind of benign growth.
Sara.. the papers multiply in our house too, and then the cleaning lady stacks them in piles willy-nilly and I spend hours looking for them. Today a letter was SOOO lost and I found it in last week's recycling. I guess I can thank my worthless lazy son for not taking it out Monday night, huh?
Daughter's friend's mother killed herself this morning.
Newborn baby was left on elderly couple's front steps in town today.
Son is a functional cripple who can barely walk with both knees injured. First doctor appointment? Monday morning.
And that's a wrap!
Hugs to redzils and smoochy babycheek kisses to sarah! And especially big hugs to those in teh path of hurricanes. I spent 2005 on the gulf coast. I feel ya.
My whines: too fat for fat pants. Must shop tomorrow if I expect to be comfortable when school starts next week. Whine the 2nd: Spouse is becoming flaky. In the "Sure I'll pick up the kids from school and come home to make dinner" followed by call from work saying "Oh, can't do that." I'm very bad at confrontation, but I'm going to have to tell him off one of these days.
Anti-whine: beautiful weather in the PNW and I get to start teaching again after a summer of brain atrophy. I love my job, I love my kids, and I even love my flaky spouse!
Surprising Whine: I am suddenly jealous of all the babies getting born around here while I have to wait until the end of the month! a-Waaaa! Why is this a surprising whine? Because just today I admitted to myself that I'd take a few more weeks of pregnancy irritations if it meant I'd have just a little more time with my daughter before the boy comes.
There's some really heavy crap going on around these parts this week, so I'll leave these tidbits and go back to sending my good thoughts to all of you with so many troubles.
W: There is an open (OPEN) package of Oreos in my house but I cannot partake. (Thanks, Diabeetus!)
W: Google will (again) no longer recognize my log in, so I'm back to being link-less here.
Anti-whine: The baby dropped a bit today, so that means I can breathe again, which is particularly comforting to remember when I'm in the bathroom peeing. Again.
Anti-whine: My daughter started preschool last week and she's thriving. So far, it has exceeded all my expectations and hopes. Even if it doesn't last, what a lovely way to enter into education.
Nearly forgot it was wednesday.... need to get to bed, but will say yay for Sarah and Arabella and hugs and prayers for Sue and Margalit and Miranda and Moreena.
A very late whine: it's been such a crazy-ass week that I didn't even get a chance to whine until now.
Another whine -- a child who is workin' every effing nerve I have. Yesterday, he clawed me, threw a box across the room, slapped another student in the face, and refused to do any work at all. He had to be dragged out of the classroom at the end of the day by an administrator. Yeah. Loads of fun.
Update2. The girl has a schedule! Mercy me, it took 6 days, a sit in at the superintendents office this morning starting at 7 am, and ending at 10:30 when he finally got those morons to get her a schedule. Bonus? She got both Spanish AND Ceramics!
Wooo Hoooo.
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