I went to the doctor last week, expecting to have a giant needle inserted into my knee, and instead came away with a handful of pre-surgical instructions and a date with the knife on March 4.
My poor knee, it hurts so much, and honestly, I have no idea how I hurt it. The doc thinks he’s a comedian, and keeps asking me if I injured myself skiing black-diamond runs in Aspen.
That is totally unfunny on SO many levels.
The good news is that my mom is coming in to help out, which kills two birds with one knee: I get to see my mom without dragging my kids through O’Hare by myself, and someone will finally cook a decent meal for this family.
Supposedly, I’ll only be off my feet for three days, but I plan to milk this one for all it’s worth. I’m gonna handle this surgery man-style: I’m going to cry and whine and demand food while I watch “What Not To Wear” marathons on TLC.
I’m a little nervous, but I’ll be so fucking relieved to get this taken care of. Do you know what it feels like to haul my 20-pounder up and down the stairs, all the while waiting for my leg to buckle and send us both tumbling? And with my luck, Shaggy would land on my head and kill me.
Everyone here knows I see the glass half-empty (if not completely drained), but people. This run of bad luck—the mortgage, my work situation, this whole not knowing if we have a job next year—dude. Something HAS to give.
I can’t remember the last time I was under so much stress. Oh! Wait! That’s right! When my dad died of cancer slowly over nine months while everyone lost their minds, and I was pregnant!
Or maybe when they hospitalized my 5-week-old baby?
Seriously, I feel like there is a huge cement brick suspended over my head. We’re at the point where we are making contingency plans that include MOVING IN WITH MY MOTHER.
Yeah.
We need—no, we deserve—a break. Karma? What did I ever do to you, you FUCKING MEAN-SPIRITED BITCH.
So forgive me if I’m more of a Debbie Downer than usual. I’m having trouble finding the humor in anything right now. Just ask Mr. C—he got an ass-whuppin’ last night after he teased me one too many times. Combined with the train wreck that was the Oscar broadcast (what the FUCK was that, anyway?), I was NOT IN THE MOOD for his antics.
This morning when I went up for my shower I actually got back in bed for 15 minutes, and I could have stayed there all the motherfucking day.
But here I am, dressed, groomed at at the keyboard. I should be pitching and writing and learning but I’m blogging and dreaming of Madison winters.
Do me a favor, will you? Tell me something funny. Or tell me why YOUR day is sucking. Or tell me why your day is great. Just tell me something to take my mind off my sore knee and my scary, unknown future.
Pretty please?
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I confess: I am a bottle-feeder. I didn’t even try to breastfeed Shaggy. Don’t be a hater—I support YOUR right to breastfeed whenever and where ever you want. I do know a thing or two about bottles, so go see what I think of the MilkBank Breast Milk Storage System and it’s bottles, courtesy of the Parent Bloggers Network.
C’mon, make me look good. Also? FREE STUFF. I’M GIVING ONE AWAY. WOOT!
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Today is great because I just spent the weekend celebrating my 31st birthday with good friends who did so many things to make it a special day/weekend. This all coming on the heels of a turbulent year that involved breaking up with a compulsive lying, cheating, and borderline abusive (if you can call it borderline) boyfriend. It’s been 6 months of life getting better and this weekend was proof of the light old and new friends can bring to your life. Even after the worst stuff hits, there’s always a bright side. Hang in there….good times are ahead. Glad your mom is coming!
We went bowling Saturday night … and I suppose you know that preschoolers are the slowest. bowlers. ever.
We were there all night (it seemed) silas slept through the thunder of the lanes and annabel didn’t whine (because I promised she could have a go at the diabolical CLAW machine if she didn’t).
Yeah … And you know .. even with your bum knee you could probably go bowling and never worry about what people would think when you use a RAMP! Blame the kids.
Seriously, though. hope you feel better soon and Karma goes as pesters the former president.
Mrs. C – you rock. I love that you give me a venue…
My day sucks because my 4 employees are all PISSING ME OFF. My normal favorite employee overslept 2 hours and didn’t call me. #1 totally tried to hoodwink me on her timesheet and I called her on and she got defensive. #2 made both she and I look like total idiots in front of my boss and #3 is such a pain in the ass that I can’t detail EXACTLY what it is about her. Let’s just say she serves up a plate of scrambled crazy every day.
And today is the day I thought I’d start ‘eating right’ HA! I just stuck my chubby hand under the peanut M&M dispenser.
I drink more because of this job then when I turned 21.
I agree that your life pretty much sucks right now. I figure this is one of those character building times when you learn the lesson that everything works out in the end – maybe not the way you wanted it to or expected it to but you will be okay.
Isn’t the prospect of moving in with your mom a good thing? You get to move home – where you want to be?
This, from All & Sundry, made me laugh out loud: http://www.sundrymourning.com/2009/02/23/allsorts-2/
I am the mom of 4 sons with a husband who works in the forest industry – The decimanted and non-existant forest industry that is. We face many of the same pressures you talk about, and some unique ones at that.
So last week I was invited to blog for “perfect moment monday” and this week I did again. I think that mindfulness of life’s moments of significance, in the midst of a week long stress fest, has helped me focus on what matters. I am quite enjoying remembering some perfect moments of my life – they pass all too fast!
I sympathize (though my situation isn’t quite as bad or complicated). I am about 53 weeks pregnant with severe back pain and it hurts like hades to walk. The OB says pinched nerve. Oh, and I have a toddler to haul around. (I also have knee problems, but the back pain overshadows anything my knee could do right now.)
My day is sucking because my MIL did something yesterday that I found incredibly stupid and/or insensitive and I couldn’t say anything to her at the time. Now I’ve mentioned it to DH and he can’t see my side at all. I may just strangle them both.
Does barfing kids count? Because my boy’s milk intolerance has bloomed into a mini-crisis that brought me to crazy girl tears…whimpering on my best friend’s porch drama.
Somehow that doesn’t help, I’m afraid, both of us exhausted.
I hope the surgery does the trick. ox
Hmmm…I found a cheaper version of coffee that tastes really good this weekend, 8 o’clock coffee.
I sent my 6 year old son into a one seater bathroom this weekend with instructions of not to touch anything while I waited outside the door. I hear a foot flush and then he hollers really loud, “Can I touch the SINK?” I got a laugh out of it.
Also – I was a bottle feeder x2.
Good Luck w/ the surgery, I hope they give you good meds so it will be a little relaxing. By the time you get moving around again the outlook will have changed, probably for the better!
I’m afraid to put all my complaints in writing because that wicked witch named Karma will turn around and say “You think that is bad? Honey you ain’t seen nothing yet!”
I’m totally with you though, I need something good to happen. I would just like some good news.
My day sucks because I have to go to Alexander’s with my husband’s ex wife tonight (aka the stepkids’ mom who owes us $600). You don’t want to give me a steak knife when I have to be in a room with that bitch.
Other than that, life’s a peach here in Chambana.
I really hope all goes well with your surgery. Good for you for milking it! You deserve a break every once in a while.
My sucky weekend included 2 kids who will NEVER cook with me in the kitchen again. Let’s just say I’m still cleaning sugar and flour from random places.
Certainly not as dreadful as your sitcho but if you had been here you might sympathize a little. Let’s just say, there might be some hardcore therapy involved if someone asks them to make Blueberry Bars in 10 years.
I hope your surgery helps!
And my whole week and weekend pissed me off. Including the fact the my grandma was diagnosed with breast cancer. That topped off a week of medical hell.
Karma:
1. Wrote a bitchy post about how sick I am of being pregnant. Found out today that we might have to take my baby via c-secion CRAZY early. Like end of this week. I am not ready.
2. Applied for a job working from home 3 hrs a day, perfect for when baby comes. All sorted out timing wise. Wasn’t really a point in my phone interview to mention that was about to have a baby, but it wasn’t going to be a problem because of timing, so I didn’t mention it. Now baby is coming early, I have been offered the job early, and also? Blue screen of death on my home computer this morning. You know. The home computer I need to actually DO the job I was hired for.
3. Gramma broke a hip yesterday. On her 93rd birthday.
4. I have a 4 year old and a 3 year old.
Well, if it makes you feel any better at least you haven’t injured your children lately, right? Yesterday I slammed my sons fingers in the crack between the back door and front door of our car. Scraped all the skin off his finger and it still has a dent. We seriously thought about taking him to the ER it was that bad.
Then this afternoon before nap time we went to get the mail and he does a faceplant on the sidewalk and thoroughly scrapes up the other hand. I’m not sure I’m going to make it through these years!
My day sucked because I had to watch my 2-month-old get her first shots, and I cried, and my husband doesn’t get why I still cry, and sometimes I wonder where his heart is. And then of course my mind wanders about what I am doing to my child by giving her these vaccines, and maybe I should have delayed them, and what if she gets some catastrophic disorder etc. Good times.
I am so glad your mom is coming to help out.
Hey, my daughter is going under the knife on the 4th too.
I will share my whine…I’ve just gotten back from the ER. My four year old has Pneumonia for the second time this month. Maybe it never went away. We really aren’t sure.
I know that you will be great. This surgery will be fast and quick and you will heal fast.
You’re due for something good. Hey, by the way any news on the job?
oy. bad season for you. good luck with the surgery…i think having your mom come sounds fabulous.
me? both kids have fevers, the baby is cutting her first tooth, and i f*cked up the short piece i was supposed to write to finish off the contract i’m doing for the local Dean of Ed (ie my most likely future employer) b/c i simply couldn’t get it out fast enough with 2 sick kids. you know that score, i’m sure.
I am seriously entering for those bottles as they could potentially save this marriage if they work half as well as you say. Thanks for the suggestion.
A story:
Last night, the dh and myself went out to our favorite pre-baby restaurant. We went AFTER the babe was asleep for the evening because she will not NOT take a bottle and therefore can not be left with a sitter and therefore we have not had a date yet (see above reference to failing relationship).
They sat us in the family section, something I didn’t ever realize existed until we had one little babe ourselves (and yet they still ask us if we’re “together”) and it was HELL.
The kids beside us were scooping up handfuls (HANDFULS) of their angel-hair butter pasta and THROWING it into the air so it was literally raining down around our table. When their kiddo decided she had to PEE RIGHT NOW she scraped her chair backwards so fast it hit Cuppycake’s carseat that she was faithfully (up until then) sleeping in…waking her up and pissing her off. When she looked at me and scrunched up her face and began to fuss the angel-hair-pasta flinging kids’ mom went *heaving sigh* “I’m so glad our kids aren’t that little anymore, everything is so much more peaceful!” and then, to top it off? She turned and said, in my direction: “it gets so much better, hun!”
So sorry to hear about your surgery, but I agree that you should totally milk it for all it’s worth.
I woke up this morning exhausted and having major morning sickness and found that my oldest has croup. When she awoke, she informed me that “Daddy had to be up with me in the night cause I couldn’t stop coughing.” REALLY? Because he left for work without saying one word to me! I’m almost out of sick days and he has a ton! He might have thought about saying, “Hey, you might want to frantically make some lesson plans to email since you’ll be taking the day off!” I’m not really hearing much in the night these days with the early pregnancy exhaustion and I do feel bad about that. But, I seriously can’t believe that he could leave without mentioning that she was sick. Also, it was super fun to go to the doctor and pry her mouth open to force the liquid steroid down her throat.
Hope we both have a better day tomorrow.
Sometimes I think you are a little hard on people, but I really do hope your husband gets the job. But, if not, don’t panic. My husband’s office closed and we were counting on him winning one certain job; he didn’t and within three weeks had one that suited us so much better.
Hey, maybe moving in with your mother wouldn’t be bad; he just might wind up with a job near your family. I mean, a Harvard education has to count for something.
Oh, by the way, I could never carry a tune and a music teacher totally humiliated me in second grade; so you know I wouldn’t take the time to wish you well if I didn’t mean it.
Just ask him to not condone people who make little blonde girls cry because they can’t tell pitch at all. When you are that little, you don’t know what you are doing wrong. You think everyone hears the way you do.
Wanna take bets on who cracks first?
We’ve both been having a really shitty time lately, haven’t we?
But, things will look up. They HAVE to look up!
*hugs*
GAWD……….you need a break!
My world is sucking because the twins are NOT sleeping through the night reliably and 5-year-old is NOT fully recovered from tonsilectomy to be sleeping through the night either — oh and he has a cold. Oh AND hubby is away for 4 nights at a conference. Oh, AND hubby is auditioning for our future life. Oh, AND lots of practices are deciding NOT to hire new doctors due to the economy. Oh and how am I going to travel all over the country with 3 kids to find out if I even WANT to live in any of the possibilities he comes home with?
Oh, and I need to go grocery shopping. I’m feeling your pain chickie.
Many hugs to you Mrs. C!!!
hmm, last night as hubby and I were about to play the wii and enjoy some mojitos he decided to make a drinking game out of wii play. What is funny is that as the night went on I actually got better!
Okay, that wasn’t really that funny. Want me to send you a knock knock joke instead?
This morning I put the bed linens that my daughter barfed all over in the washing machine hoping it would all just go away. As a repayment for my sheer stupidity, today when I get home from working at a crap job I get to clean out the washing machine AND the laundry tub…which is currently full of day old vomit complete with identifiable cottage cheese and partially digested grapes. Doesn’t compare with what you are going through but sucks ass anyways. I hope things get better for you!
My day sucks because:
1. My dad has cancer. Surgery Friday.
2. My husband is unemployed.
3. We’re moving at some point in the near future.
My day doesn’t suck because:
1. My dad’s cancer is highly treatable. His doctor is very, very optimistic about him living another 20 or more years.
2. My husband has an offer to go work with his dad and eventually take over the business. It’s one that’s taken good care of my inlaws, and with a little work will take care of us as well.
3. We’re not moving until the end of the school year – the kids will be able to finish things out here and start fresh next year.
Just call me Pollyanna – it could always be worse.
I’m all late but I wanna complain too!
I had a root canal and two wisdom teeth removed which were impacted so they had to drill into my jaw which caused my face to swell up like a balloon which is how it remains 5 days later. All of that was done to the tune of $1500, broken down into 12 easy payments that I still can’t afford. To make it all worse, my pain medication doesn’t work it just makes me sleepy. AND! Because I’m taking all this medicine, I can’t breastfeed, so I’ve decided to wean babykid (after all he is one now) which makes him hate me. So now I have to deal with tooth pain, breasts full of milk pain and periodic pummeling of one-year old fists as he tries to tear my shirt off to get the booby. Good times…