Monday Nov. 5-Tuesday Nov. 6
This is it, my first blog, may be lame.
We all have weeks from hell. Here is just another one of mine, so far…
Monday morning:
I hear first born get up and get ready for school. It is six in the morning, he is sooooo on his own. I must admit, I do ponder for a moment to perhaps get up and tell him to not worry about going to school. However, last night at my mom’s house he was acting fine. So I stay in bed. At 8:00 a.m. I call the doctor because my own throat is so raw I can barely swallow. When the nurse answers, I explain that I need an appointment for three of us, my throat, 1st born’s cough, and 3rd born’s cough (which is not as bad, but has been around awhile). Bullseye, she can actually get us all in at 10:40, oh $#!+, I can’t go to work (husband will bi+c# about money). Anywho, fast forward three hours when I feel like crap when doctor says 1st born has Broncitus. Yes, mom of the year, (a)sent son to school in the morning to infect other kids (b)had son with his cousins and black n’ blue mom night before and (c)if my thoat didn’t hurt we probably wouldn’t even be here. So, I go home with three perscriptions and explain to son that he’s one step away from pnemonia and “no” he can’t play on the trampoline today.
Tueday afternoon:
Husband and I are in bedroom trying to connect to the internet. No, this is not code talk for anything dirty, 1st born did something to the computer and we were trying to fix it. There’s a knock on the door, surprise it is Papa, here to help patch a hole in the ceiling from the prior week from hell when pipe broke and water leaked all over walls, ceiling, floor, etc… Bi-polar husband gets up and yells at me for letting his dad help fix the house and he’s sick of being treated like he can’t do anything. WHAT!!! He graps his gym crap and is still telling my off, including “f this house, I’m done.” I follow him outside trying to explain that I am trying to help him by allowing dad to help us. He drives away mad. Next day, of couse, blows hole thing off (ha ha) as though nothing happened.
Tuesay night:
We just got done watching “Transformers” for the second time this week (total kick a$$ movie, by the way) when daughter tells me that her head is itchy. I freak out, because just the day before, a note was sent home from school indicating that someone in her class has head lice. I sit daughter in dinning room and examine where she says it is itchy. I find white crusty stuff on scalp and call sister for lice advice. By the description I give, sister thinks it is wise to treat daughter. In retrospect, I should have, a)stopped and looked at internet for pictures of actual “nits”, b)explain to sister that white crusties where comming off easily and c)did what my bi-polar, soon to be alcoholic husbad did and go to the fridge and grab a “mike’s hard lemonade”. Ten minutes later I am calling sister again from Giant Eagle to ask her where they would keep the “Rid” shampoo. Apparently, Canfield is above having lice because they don’t even carry it. Now I am talking to sister from CVS and find off-brand kits on bottom shelf, grap two plus one extra shampoo and head for cash register. The guy at the register thinks I am crazy when he explains that he can’t ring me up yet because previous customer went to back of store to get something else. “Does she expect everyone to wait for her, my poor daughter is waiting at home for me to treat her for crap she got at school.” Register guys voids sale, rings me up and even wishes me a good night. For the next hour and a half I am gooping, washing, coming and drying my poor daughters head while Mike’s hard is actually off his a$$ washing bed sheets. Daughter stays up until ten on a school night until I deem her nit free and allow her to sleep. Spray the couch, vaccum white crusties off dinning room floor, and proceed to computer to look at links sister sent for me to view. Don’t I feel like $#!+, when pics show nits and your common drandruff side by side.
Have a happy week from hell…
P.S. can’t find spelling/grammer check on this thing so exxcuse thy mistokes.
