Note the time stamp on this entry…
No, I haven’t slept much. Thanks for asking.
Friday’s festivities included what is normally a 45-60minute drive being upwards of 2 and a half hours. In a car with no air-conditioning. In 90 degree heat. A 30 minute wait at the GYN office and 4 minutes with the doctor. A third of a mile walk (in same heat) on the side of a very busy road down to the pediatrician’s office. (My appointment, 2:45, Jess’s appointment, 3:15.) Arrival at ped’s office (4pm) to discover bebe hasn’t even been taken back into a room yet. Another 30 minutes of wait or so. Finally see the doctor, leave doctor’s office around 5:10.
Go have dinner because radio reports traffic as “awful”. Keep in mind that about a year ago VDOT cracked down on the traffic reports as being harmful to their image and so you have to listen very carefully now and read between the lines. “Slight delays” mean 30 minutes or so of snarls.
Stop off to pick up sippy cups for the baby, since the ped said her clamp and turn reflex she developed while nursing was probably indicative of being ready to move on to drinking from cups. Sure, why not? Picked up a couple of 6-9month outfits as Jess is now 15 pounds and starting to get tight in the 3-6 month stuff. (STOP growing so fast, bebe… really, you could wait a *few* weeks after turning 6 months to outgrow the 3-6 month clothes. really. I promise)
Got home at 8pm. Fed the bebe. Kevin’s having bad allergies so we went off to bed pretty much as soon as the bebe was asleep. Talk for a little while. Stay up listening to Kevin snore. Drift off to sleep around 10:30 or so. Kevin’s phone rings at 11.
Work has forgotten something and Kevin is required to get up to go in and fix it. Kevin goes outside to discover we have a flat tire. And no spare. He walks to work, fixes the problem, walks home. Meanwhile, I fall back asleep around 11:45. Kevin comes in the house at 12:10 and wakes me up getting back into bed.
My allergies have started bothering me so I lay in bed and sniffle and deal with headache and post-nasal drip for about an hour before I get up and come putz around on the computer.
Have I mentioned that Kevin’s going out of town this week for a training class? He’ll be in Boston from Sunday until Friday. So I get the baby all by myself for 6 days. Also, Kevin’s company makes employees pay for travel expenses (like rental cars and food) in advance and reimburses them. I’m sure that’s standard, but Kevin and I don’t have a credit card, so we have to pay for this out of our checking account. Gyah! And now we have to replace the flat tire… Fucking broke again.
(Thanks Joe, remember, we’re investing in the company.) All I can say about this is that Kevin better fucking well get a goddamn promotion soon that comes with a fucking pay raise. He takes another promotion with a pay cut and I swear to god I’ll make an exception for my no-guns rule long enough to go postal down there.
(And Scott with his goddamn “your car is a piece of shit” line which is bothering me again – did I tell this story? No, I forgot… here… let me tell you… A few weeks back, Scott’s Newbeetle was in the shop and he called Kevin at work to have him tell Dariel to go pick Scott up at the Volkswagen dealership. Scott says – and I quote – “I’d have you do it, Kevin, but your car is a piece of shit and I don’t want to ride in it.” Gods, what a cock-sucker. Yeah, well, maybe our car is a piece of shit, you jackass, but you know Kevin took a $200 a month PAY CUT so you can make him do more of your fucking job while you jerk off in your office!!!)
Christ, I hate being this angry. And I keep coming back to the fact that I don’t work and feeling guilty about it. Damnit, I can’t work, and three years of being out of the job market, even if I wanted to go back to work, I seriously doubt I could find a job not flipping burgers that would pay enough to even pay for the day-care we’d need keep Jess at while I made money to pay for the daycare. I’m sure it wouldn’t actually make our financial situation any better. Especially with Penny being a good example of how healthy daycare is. Not to rag on Liz and Matt, I know what they’re doing is hard, but Penny is sick a lot, and they’ve used up a lot of their vacation taking care of her. And they’ve got some job security for having been there for a while. I don’t think I’d keep a job very long if I kept having to take time off to take care of a sick baby, especially if I’d only been working there a few weeks. Not to mention my own health, which is improving a lot, but let’s not fuck with a good thing, shall we?
Why do I keep going through this every single time we get hit with a financial crunch? I wish I could just get over it. Every year, things improve a little bit. Who knows, maybe by the time we’re 50, we’ll be able to actually Put Some Money Away. Hell, by the time we’re 50, retirement age will probably be extended to 104 years old and it won’t matter because no one will live that long anyway.
And, by the way, once again, my house is a pit. It doesn’t take long. I just have to not clean something the SECOND it gets put down and the apartment turns into a toxic waste dump.
Fuck, I hate being awake at 5am.