I need somewhere to bitch.
It really is the little things that just build up and utterly destroy what nerves I have left. It started when I was peeling potatoes and tried to peel my thumb. Then one of the little buggers that calls me "Mom" put salt in the sugar container, which would have been cute had it not been a lot of salt and ten pounds of sugar. Then plastic melted in my dishwasher and you all know how THAT smells.
That was Saturday.
Sunday was a bit of all right, yard got mowed.
Yesterday Madison went to the doctor and they said Strep Throat and now she's on antibiotics. Today Katie Belle has a fever of 101.9 under the arm so add one degree and that's a pretty respectable fever. Plus barfing. I gave her some strong anti-nausea stuff from last time she was sick, it's the same stuff they give chemo patients, it knocked her out for a few hours. She still has fever but seems to be able to eat a little, she had some yogurt.
Then Rob called and said they fired him for being ten minutes late to a job he's never once been late for, that he does extremely well because that's how he is, and that the customers who come in absolutely love him and his cheerful attitude. And they fired him. And I know that sentence is all borked and I don't care.
The power went out for half an hour and nobody knew why. That's fixed anyway.
And Ginger has raw, sore spots all over her despite my best efforts with benadryl and Frontline spray and I don't know what to do with that anymore. Vet visit is at least $100 and we can't right now.
I'm not entirely panicked about money because thanks to dickbag dying we get SS for the kids, and since he was quite a bit older than me and made fairly good money it's a lot of SS. We'll manage as long as nothing catastrophic happens.
But it will. You watch. It will.
That was Saturday.
Sunday was a bit of all right, yard got mowed.
Yesterday Madison went to the doctor and they said Strep Throat and now she's on antibiotics. Today Katie Belle has a fever of 101.9 under the arm so add one degree and that's a pretty respectable fever. Plus barfing. I gave her some strong anti-nausea stuff from last time she was sick, it's the same stuff they give chemo patients, it knocked her out for a few hours. She still has fever but seems to be able to eat a little, she had some yogurt.
Then Rob called and said they fired him for being ten minutes late to a job he's never once been late for, that he does extremely well because that's how he is, and that the customers who come in absolutely love him and his cheerful attitude. And they fired him. And I know that sentence is all borked and I don't care.
The power went out for half an hour and nobody knew why. That's fixed anyway.
And Ginger has raw, sore spots all over her despite my best efforts with benadryl and Frontline spray and I don't know what to do with that anymore. Vet visit is at least $100 and we can't right now.
I'm not entirely panicked about money because thanks to dickbag dying we get SS for the kids, and since he was quite a bit older than me and made fairly good money it's a lot of SS. We'll manage as long as nothing catastrophic happens.
But it will. You watch. It will.