Current mood:
amused Long time, no blog... got another one for ya!
So, I wake up yesterday to "happy birthday mommy!" and go about our morning as usual. Decide to pack up the kids to go to Kroger to buy a can of frosting and a box of cake and all the necessary ingredients. Which is a job in itself when it comes to towing along 3 kids, but since I never get a birthday cake, I thought it was a good idea to make one and save oh, like $12 instead of buying one.
We run in the blustery wind into the store, I help Braden's 50 pound butt get into the cart--- god forbid he walks... and start pushing through the store. We get to the part of the store where you can see the bakery, and the boys yell, "there's the cakes!"
I have to let them know that we are going to make a cake cuz it's cheaper... Braden's response, "I don't like cheaper." hmmm, either do i, but times are tough and i don't care if it has spongebob on it like they do.
So after a debate about getting chocolate, brownie cake, sprinkles, pink, banilla (thats not a typo) for oh... 10 minutes we left the store with 2 kinds of cake and 2 types of frosting along with cake decorating sprinkles to appease the masses.
And of course, you know a $5.00 cake run turned into $20 anyways.
We get home, have lunch, have a chitchat with Riana, and decide to delve into the idea of constructing a chocolate cake on my dining room table. I know what you are thinking..... oh, here she goes! Nope, it went off without a hitch. The boys listened, Kellyn was in the swing sleeping. Hallelujah!
We bake it, it cools, I frost it, they pour sprinkle mountains on top, I leave the room to get something, amazingly little gullies of missing frosting appear, everyone's happy.
Brian gets home.................................................. *yup its coming*
He gets his nutritious lunch of reheated ball park hot dogs with mustard and a big glass of milk after he lets Casey outside, goes upstairs to eat at the computer as we watch tv in the living room.
He comes down when hes finished to go let her in.....
And she's gone.
yup, gone....
gate slightly ajar, and no dog in sight. she must have jumped just enough and knocked the latch up so she could get free. (i wish i could do that somedays)
of course he swears. throws his shoes on, I go out the front door in my socks and start yelling for his stupid mutt. Nothing. He jumps in the Yukon to go searching.
I get my shoes on, assign braden to the front window and soren to the one on merriman, while I go up and down the sidewalk yelling.
I call brian and he tells me to get in the van and start looking. So I'm left to get all 3 kids bundled, shoed, and in the van to drive aimlessly looking for a german shepherd.
I call him, "where are you?"
"driving up and down the neighborhoods"
"where do you want me to go?"
"I don't know, who knows she could be 4 miles away by now"
*I know thats untrue, she likes balls, kids and garbage, she's bound to find that along the way to slow her down*
So, I tell the boys that they need to yell out their windows for Casey. Soren belts out, "CASEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYY!" and Braden says, "casey." Um, hello kid, you're in a car, you have to yell!!
We drive though garden city park *hello other dogs, and kids!* nothing..
Up and down, Down and up, across neighborhoods in a mile square area.
I call brian....
"Where are you?"
"I'm over by Ford Road."
"Where do you want me to go?"
"Darcy, I don't know just drive around."
All I keep thinking is, I'm glad it wasn't me this time! hahahaha... Leena got out once, but just took a stroll down the block. and that was my fault.
Kroger parking lot, venoy road, oh, thats a nice house, called my mom.... called brians mom... called Annmarie, no answer.
Brian informs me that he has G.C. Police out looking, and Sheriffs out looking as well. i had already figured that out because there was an unusual saturation of them in the area.
After 45 minutes of wasting gas........ I call him and he says to take the kids home, meanwhile 2 of the 3 had fallen asleep while driving. I get back to Marquette to see 3 cops run the red light to turn down the road. It turns green, I look.... Is that Ray? Did they find her? I called brian to ask... he says no, but i whip around anyways.... I stop and ask, they have her. And they can't get a hold of Brian. I call him back and let him know. I drive the 3 blocks home and get out.
It looks like my house is getting raided. 2 cars pull in my driveway, 2 park out front, one parks in the turn lane on merriman with its lights on. Good thing the neighbors know who we are.......... (i think) LOL
Brian told me the whole time that she had a tag on with ray's number...........
eeeeeeeehhhhhhh.... wrong answer. NO TAG. Its on her choke collar in the car.... *ahem*
The best thing is where they found her.
Kitty corner across merriman on the corner of sheridan. The cops stopped and asked a kid if he had seen a german shepherd, and he replied, "yeah, she's in our backyard."
So the jackass let her in their backyard and didn't call anyone. And I had driven up and down those streets and hadn't seen her. so he must have found her right away. At least she got across merriman with out getting smucked.
An interesting day to spend my Birthday. Because of that, I didn't get to turn in my Lease, or get my camera to the repair shop.
LOVELY.
No poo involved, but a lot of wasted gas. LOL happy birthday to me. Lets hope that next year is uneventful.
Current mood:amused So why *must* we be riddled with poo and pee issues? This past week its been not quite as monumental as the Leena/Casey Poo incident 2008, but still funny at the least.
It starts with Braden playing outside after many hours of begging to go out. You have to realize because of where we live, he can't go out and play by himself. No son of mine's gonna be snatched out of my back yard. And my guard dog Leena would lick the skin off of you if you tried to come in our back yard most days. So when I say beg, its because that means I have to gear up to go out. Kellyn, the stroller, Soren, shoes, myself, etc... and by the time I get all of that out there, if its not absolutely perfect out there.... 5 minutes later he's done. And I gotta haul it all back in again. We finally were out.. Braden was running back and forth around the garage doing the "Wheet, wheeew" fake whistle scream thing he does trying to get mine and Soren's attention to chase him. So we're going back and forth looking for him, I run in the house quick and come back out to him on the side of the house between the garage and the house.
"mooooom, I pooped."
Remember now, he's been basically potty trained for a little over a month. So I go, " you did? where?"
"back there."
"back where?"
"come with me."
I follow him... behind the shed. There's a ball-o-poo on the ground, intermixed with what we now know are blackberries. (thanks ann) Today he had boxers on, and you guessed it.... it *fell* out of his pants as he was running around. Down his leg, onto his Lightening McQueen shoes to find its new resting place amongst the blackberries.
I cracked up. simple as that. it was funny. i couldn't help it. i think i got some kind of a visual mental replay of how it musta gone down.
Fast forward to saturday.
I thought it would be a good idea to try to potty train soren this weekend. So we woke up, made our potty chart, got our stickers set.... wahoo. all day we tried, no luck. accidents everywhere. i bravely, or stupidly, put him up for his nap *gasp* in diego underpants.
well, no accidents, but no nap either. he comes downstairs about an hour later and then disappears into the kitchen. moments before i had talked to brians mom. all of a sudden he walks in all bowlegged and saggy....
"mom i pooped"
poop for soren is interchangeable for both 1 and 2.
"you peed you mean, where?"
"in the titchen"
i get up to see little duck-like pee footprints leading from kellyn's carseat. i can hear your brains workin already, and you assume right.
"soren, did you pee in baby's seat?"
"yessssss"
"ug"
meanwhile, we are supposed to go to brians moms to meet a few of their friends. and how? with a pee soaked carseat?
so i pick it up to do damage control.... he peed not where youre thinking, where her butt would be, but he sat in it upside down and soaked the head portion of the seat, including the little head stabilizer, and the *attached* padding under the car seat cover. LOVELY. I didn't mention there is a puddle under the seat where it didn't get absorbed by some type of fabric. So I rip it apart, take him into the bathroom to take off peepee diego, and get a towel to have him help me clean it up.
So, after taking the seat apart, i call brians mom. Thank god that we just bought a second carseat set off craigslist instead of just another base. I tell her the story, with laughter in my voice the whole time, and ask for the spare carseat. She thinks its hilarious, obviously.
Brian was on his way home from the sergeant's test...
PAUSE... as i sit here, he stands next to me, pees through a diaper onto the floor... lovely saturated poopy diaper....
ok... so brian's on his way back from the sergeant's test, calls and I tell him he has to stop at his moms to get the carseat, explain the story, he's not happy. LOL
Fast forward to sunday night...
After a day outside, with the kids, Ann, Kevin & Van... we come in, i feed kellyn, we're sitting in brians new recliner... i hear some major rumbling down below. and not just everyday rumbling... but juicy rumbling. hmm.. no wonder she's been fussy today. I'm sitting there, about to get up and get a diaper.
why's my leg warm?
I pick her up......EEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW... wait, my pants are warm too... I look. yup. i basically was christened with it. me, the recliner...
so i start yelling for the kids to bring me one of their bath towels from the bath they just finished so i could put her down somewhere with out adding to the jackson polluck type art we already had going on in the living room region.
all this time, brian's in the shower (imagine that, i get all 3 fiascos this week) so i barge in to the bathroom and start stripping... he's like, "whats going on?"
"we have a minor poo emergency"
"who? braden? soren?" --they hadnt gone all day cuz of the playing outside, they'd make sense to guess.
"try again," and I show him my foot, leg, pants...
He hoses my leg off with the shower head, and has to grab a wash cloth to get it off... that stuff was hangin on for dear life!!
"you'll never guess where i was sitting..." knowing that he knew EXACTLY where i was sitting before he went into the shower.
"aaaaaawwwwwwwnooooooooo.... how bad is it?"
"pretty much douched." and it was ggggaaaaaaaarooooooss!
needless to say the puddles that had dripped on the floor.
So she was covered, i was covered, the chair was covered and she has a new nickname...
Resolve
As I sit here crying still.... I can't believe it.
The ring that Brian totally surprised me with, changed my life, kept me in this god forsaken state 8 years ago.... is probably in the hands of someone else, or already pawned for the gold. I can't stop crying.
It all started when on Monday my sister in law called me to go and pick up her family pictures for her. I said fine. I'll run up and get them and meet her at my mother in law's house.
So yesterday, I fed Kellyn, and left for the mall around 2pm. As I pulled in the parking lot, I decided to go to Macy's to get some yogurt, then walked across the hall to New York and Co. to see if I could find some clothes that actually fit my butt these days. I walked around there shopping for a while, found some stuff (didn't try it on, I always do that at home, and then return whatever doesn't work) waited in line, and paid for it. Then I made my way across the mall to Sears to grab the pictures before leaving. I go up, chat with Jen B. for a little while, and then leave.
I get out to the car, and leave the lot. I get as far as Central City and Wayne's turn lane and realize that something feels different. Shit...... Where's my ring??
Right away, I start to freak out inside. So I make the left turn, pull into Best Buy, and start tearing my car apart. I look through the bags, shake out all the clothes, get out, look behind/under my seat.
Nothing. Great, I have no cell and have to head back to the mall to search.
I did all the backtracking I could. I walked the same routes I walked, went up stairs and called my mother in law just to *hope* that for some odd reason, I took it off, and it was there. No such luck. Then I lost it. Tears were flowing, she was on the other end of the line just hurt for me. I left the studio and made it into the mall. The whole time, crying. I know I looked like a lunatic in my yoga pants and brians too big redwings t-shirt. But I didn't care about that. I just wanted to see it laying on the ground in front of me, and be able to breathe a sigh of relief.
It didn't happen.
The people at New York & Co. were so great, but I knew, if it hit the floor....I had like a 2% chance of some honest person going, "hey I just found this on the floor." to one of their associates. And a 98% chance of them going, sweeeeeeeeet and pocketing it with no second thought that there was someone DEVASTATED at its loss.
I walked through Macy's on the route that I took to get yogurt, went to customer service.... nothing. Went back to NY&C, and cried a little more. I didn't want to leave the mall with out it, but at that point I was sure Kellyn was freaking out at Brian's moms, and I didn't want her to suffer. If she'd only take a bottle these days, I coulda looked more.
I saw Mall security out there on my way back, talked to them...... nothing.
So I drove home. Tears streaming down my face the whole way. Why didn't I just go and get the pictures and go back? Hindsight is 20/20. I was free for just a few minutes, I took advantage of no kids. And this is how I pay. With a broken heart.
So Brian called his moms when I got back, and he knew something was wrong, and wouldn't let me just not say. He asked if I got in an accident, my reply was..."i wish." At least I could pay the deductible, and get it fixed. The only fix for this is some honest person to turn it in.
He tried to console me that night by saying, "some people get new wedding rings all the time." True. But it was so special to me. He took it upon himself to surprise me with it so long ago. All the kids have had their tiny hands and feet photographed with it along with his....
And I know its not the ring that defines our love and commitment to each other, but it did have huge special meaning to me. And right now, I can't bear to think that its gone. Braden keeps handing me tissues and saying, "don't cry." But I can't help it. There could be some tear stained shirts for a few days. Pray for its safe return. But I'm not counting on it.
The story of Kellyn Adrianna Elizabeth....
Well, Saturday started out as normal. Brian's 41st birthday, kids running around, we went out for Mexican (per my request) for lunch, and then a nice birthday dinner at Brian's parents' house.
Tired, I went to bed at 10:30pm. I thought that since I hadn't felt barely any contractions that day, I should go to bed and get some sleep just in case it did happen that night.
Around 1:40am I woke up to what I thought was the end of a contraction. I had been sleeping with my Ipod on, so I checked the clock on it, and waited to see if I had another contraction. Low and behold, about 4 minutes later, I felt another one. And they came about 4 minutes apart until 2am. That's when I decided to come downstairs and start timing the contractions online, while carrying on a conversation with my brother. I waited until about 2:20 before I went upstairs to wake up Brian. Of course, he was pissed. Only because with all 3 kids my labor started in the middle of the night, after either working lots of over time, or this time....feeling sick. Poor baby!! LOL
I called the hospital to ask about when to come in, because with this pregnancy I tested positive for Group B strep. Which means I had to have antibiotics administered during labor so that the baby wouldn't contract the virus.
We both decided to shower and then call Brian's parents to come over to the house to sit with the kids. By this time it is like 3am. I'm still feeling contractions, and they are bearable. So I didn't feel too much urgency. We left for the hospital around 3:30am. My contractions didn't feel totally normal in comparison to the other two kids, so that's why I wasn't to sure it was 'real' labor.
Did the whole hospital check in, I was greeted by, "this must be Darcy." when I walked up to the desk. Apparently I'm the only one who called in that night. :) I did the whole switcharoo into the gown, urine sample and got hooked up to monitors. The contractions were getting worse, but were only down by my hips, back and pelvis. This was SUPER different from the boys.
The nurse checked me, and I was dilated to a 3. So they called my doctor and admitted me. I got into a room... on the opposite side of the maternity ward from the boys.... a nice change.
I wasn't a trooper... I opted for the epidural as soon as they could give it to me. The whole back labor thing isn't a walk in the park. In fact, it SUCKS. I was in some nasty pain by 4cm, I can't imagine laboring to 10 dealing with that. I would have begged Brian to knock me over the head. After the epidural, I was totally chatty. My doctor made a surprise visit at 6am (she was on call saturday, but came in to check on me vs having another dr do it) and checked me and I was at a 7. She decided to break my water around 7:30, another difference from the boys, theirs broke on its own at home.... which in doing that, I went back to a 6 from having no pressure on my cervix. At that point, she told me that things should move along pretty quickly now.
Indeed they did. About 8:30 I could start to feel my contractions again through the epidural. Once again they were all in my hips and back area. Not cool. I had a couple decent contractions, and both the nurse and the doctor come into the room, I made the comment that I can feel them again.... and they replied that they knew that and that's why they came back into the room. They were some strong ones! I let them know that I felt like I should be pushing, they got stuff all ready, and off we went.
After a few minutes of pushing (like 15) my little baby was here. They took her out, put her on my tummy and I just stared at her. A nurse finally asked what it was because the doctor never said....
Her response was, "hold on a minute!!" And then, she said, "IT'S A GIRL!"
I couldn't see, she was laying just right so that no boy or girl parts were visible, and after she said that, I was in SHOCK. I didn't really believe her. "What am I going to do with a girl?" came out of my mouth... And as soon as I saw her eyes, I couldn't believe her eyelashes!! Super long, even past the puffy, swollen eyes. Then they took her away to get cleaned up and weighed. While that was going on, I got stitched up for about 5 minutes (ouch), thanks to the episiotomy. For my 3rd child, this probably shouldn't have been an issue, but my little girl came out sunny side up... (posterior) That meant that the biggest part of her head was coming through first. So it also explains the fact that I was having back labor. And the famous comment by my doctor, "you were made to have kids if you can deliver a posterior baby like that." Thank God for my big pelvis.... :)
Kellyn Adrianna Elizabeth
She weighed 7 pounds, 6 ounces. Measured her at 20 inches long. 8:54 am she came into the world.
Brian and her aunt Susie got their wish. From the beginning she was set to have a due date of 4/14. They compromised and said that she should come on the 13th. That way Brian would keep his own birthday (the 12th), and his sister Sue would keep her own birthday (the 14th). And she did. Pure coincidence obviously.
We had a great stay in the hospital, I was waited on hand and foot by some awesome nurses, and finally made the trek home on Tuesday.
The boys love the new baby, however Soren won't really come near her. Braden has held her twice, and that's ok with me. The more standoffish Soren is, the less likely she is to have a permanent marker tattoo, or a huge goose-egg on her head. :) Gotta love my two year old.
We're a little exhausted around here... but it will soon get better. She is jaundiced like the boys, so tomorrow we take her in again for a blood draw to check her bili levels. 12.8 was her last one on Thursday, lets hope its down, and we don't have to do this for 2 weeks like Braden. Grrr....
~d
Current mood:
irate Ok, so if you have a husband or significant other... you might be able to relate to this.
Last night, my lovely husband went to the Pistons game and to chalk talk, whatever the f*ck that is. He calls me to let me know he has no service, and if something happens to call his friend Bob’s phone cuz he has service. So... ok.
Annmarie and I hang out watchin tv til like midnight... I go to bed, watch the rest of the show til like 1245, after I realize I’ve been dozing thru most of it, so I turn it off and fall asleep.
I wake up around 2am... Still no husband, he’s supposed to work at 6am, and haven’t heard or seen him. So I lay there... Get up, go to the bathroom, look for a phone downstairs, and call him.
VOICEMAIL.
great, I’m like... where could they be? its 230 am, they can’t be in a bar, he has to be on his way home from the Palace, which would mean that he has service SOMEWHERE.
So I call bob’s phone.... 4 rings... voicemail. WTF? Try again, both phones. Same deal. I finally leave a message on bobs phone something to the effect, "you better be glad that I’m not in labor right now, where the hell are you two at 230 in the morning with no service?"
So then I’m laying there, stewing..... I try back and forth for the next 15 min. NOTHING. Then of course, right outside the house on Merriman, I hear tires screeching. Wasn’t quite sure of if they were accelerating, or slamming on the brakes. So that of course makes me paranoid that they are in a ditch DEAD somewhere. So I call some more...
Needless to say, this goes on for.... uh... another like hour. I try to relax, yet I’m pissed off as hell, thinking I’m gonna have to call Ann to take me to the hospital cuz I’m gonna put myself in labor, and the asshole is gonna be served with divorce papers if hes really still ALIVE cuz he missed the birth of our 3rd child.
Finally i must have relaxed enough to fall asleep for a few minutes, cuz I heard someone downstairs. So I get up, go down there... and brian’s on the couch.
AWWWSHEIT>>>> you better believe I was PISSED!!!
you know there were like 20 questions flying out of my mouth, where were you? couldn’t you call me? why didn’t bob answer his phone? at midnight when you were still at the palace "hanging with michael irving" whoever the fuck that is, you couldn’t call and let me know you weren’t coming home?
All he could say was, I’m sorry... I’m sorry.... My phone died, I don’t know why I just charged it yesterday. UM, MOTHER F*CKER, YOU SAID BOB’S PHONE WORKED, YOU COULDN’T USE HIS? He couldnt give me a time of when he was where, or anything. He said he hung out at bobs for a while, I’m like... he has no CLOCKS in his house? So he’s drunk, not able to give me a timeline of ANYTHING. and i just tell him to F*ck off, and go upstairs to bed crying.
Why is it that men have NO FREAKING IDEA of anything once they are drinking. Ok, its not like im just hanging out at home... I CAN HAVE THIS BABY ANYTIME. wouldn’t you be a little more responsible? I mean, its not like hes 20... hes f*cking 40 years old. He shoulda outgrown the stupidity years ago. If i wanted to deal with a dumbass 20 year old, I’d leave his ass and go find one. LOL
Not to mention when he says that i should call bobs phone, and he doesn’t answer..........what would that make you think? they’re dead? that he doesn’t give a shit? i dunno... I was LIVID.
So, I’ve only answered required questions today. I told him not to think because he got home at 4am that he is gonna lay on the couch all day.
HMMMMMMMM
Low and behold, what do you think he’s doing? SLEEPING ON THE MOTHER F*CKING COUCH. And of course, any of you who know the "gang" knows that they will be drinking ALL DAY at opening day for the Tigers tomorrow. So.... really. He goes out all night... calls in sick for work, sleeps all day.... then gets up at uh..... 7am tomorrow to drink all day then. what the hell is this?
And if you know anything, you know that we aren’t totally ready for this kid to come yet. I know that you never "really" are... But a carseat in the car would be a good thing.
I’m just pissing myself off more blogging about this, but I knew I had to get it off my chest. Cuz tomorrow I might be getting this baby out of my stomach on my own. i might as well tell you guys why ahead of time.
Stupid ass mother f*cking ass hole.
~d
Just a quick update:
Casey has the infamous poo bug too. Brian had a Free press reporter with him in his car today, and Casey revealed that she now had what Leena had, by shitting in the car. LOL
Needless to say, the interview was cut short.
:)
~d
Why is it that negative things cause me to blog 99% of the time?
Here I go.....
Once upon a Wednesday, what was supposed to be one of Brian's days off, turned into being one he had to work. So....the drama starts the day before.
Tuesday, 9:15am.
Ring, Ring.... "hello?"
"hey, what time do you work tomorrow?"
"12:00, I called a meeting."
"Shit. Can you go in later? They want me to do an interdiction thing with a press conference after we put Marta down."
"um.... NO I can't cancel it."
"Fuck. Can you see if you can find a sitter?"
"uh, if it were last week when kids were out of school, maybe. But I don't know this week. I can try, I'll let you know."
5 phone calls later.
"Brian, I didn't get anyone to call back yet. As soon as I know, I'll call you back."
"Ok, son-of-a-bitch. God damn babysitting issues." Excuse me for doing all that I can.
Meanwhile, I get ready for work, get the kids dressed and in the car for preschool. More phone calls are made.
"Brian, still nothing, I'm waiting for Jen to call me back. No one else is available."
Fast forward, Jen can do it.
Fast forward more, meeting went ok.... work went ok...
Get home, start to relax... watch tv, get ready to go to bed. I hear the loving husband from the basement, "DARCY!!!!!!!!! Come down here!"
uh.... "ok."
thru the kitchen, down the basement steps...
"what in the hell is that?"
I see nastiness all over the laundry room floor. Including over the clothes. Looks to be some sort of SHIT. And I mean that in the literal term.
"Does that look like your cat?" he asks me.
"um," Nero has had issues before.... "not unless he didn't shit for a week. Thats waaaaaayy too much to be from a cat." As you all know, I'm a cat shit professional. *sarcasm*
As we both stand there in awe, looking at the 4-foot-long explosion of poo across the scrap of carpet, the miscellaneous clothing waiting to be washed and the tile.
His beloved dog, Leena is standing in the basement..... I turn around and ask, "could it have been Leena?"
He calls her, "Leena, come!"
She stands still. Either pretending (ok, she's 13, not really pretending) to be deaf, or scared *shitless* to walk thru the door. No pun intended.
"LEENA, GET YOUR ASS IN HERE!"
She turns into a question mark, and cowers right outside the door. To me, the proof is in the posture. He drags her in the room, and yells at her.
I'm relieved its NOT my cat. LOL Cuz then he has to clean it up FOR SURE.
Then lets her outside, swears a whole lot more, puts her in her crate, and we start to sort poo-splattered laundry. Nothing like washing each load twice to make sure its clean.
Fast forward til 8 am Thursday morning. We both have the day off together (kinda). He goes downstairs. Yup, you guessed it, she shit in her crate and on the floor.
He lets her out..... need I say more? the snow has been defiled.
He's got to go to a dentist appt...
Calls the vet. Prescribed 3 ammodium ad for the day, no food.
Tried, didn't work. still a shit-o-matic. We deal with that for the day, in addition to him having to rig a leaking pipe in our basement. Which didn't work by the way, but he was atleast smart enough not to try to replace it. We would have had a flooded and shitty basement.
Friday 6am.
Brian gets up and ready for work, lets the dogs out together this morning... which usually doesn't happen, but is using it as a preventative to shitting in the kennel or the house. Casey runs into Leena.... she yelps. Not a good sign.
I get the boys downstairs around 8am. Business as usual for us. Its kinda chilly in here.... hmm, I'll turn up the furnace. Its set at 69, it says its 67. I'll turn it up to 71. I go about my business for about 1/2 hr.... Why isn't it getting any warmer in here? I go back to the temp control. Same temp. I can hear the furnace starting to sound like its gonna start. But it doesn't. Over, and over, and over again.
SON OF A BITCH.
I call him... "Hey, did you notice anything with the furnace this morning?"
"No, why?"
"Cuz it's not working." I explained what I did.... More swearing from the other end of the line.
Nice, its snowing outside. I'm home with the kids til 1:30 and no furnace.
I call DTE, thank GOD for that plan I pay an extra $20 a month for. The super nice lady on the other end of the line says that they can have someone out today, but she doesn't know when. LOVELY. 16 more hours left in the day... that tells me nothing. I'm 33 weeks pregnant, have a 3 year old and a 2 year old. No furnace. I'm flipping thrilled. I leave 2 phone numbers for them to call, in case it gets too cold and we have to go to the in laws house.
We sit there all damn day. Chillin', literally.
Brian comes home, I go to work.
Work as usual. Pretty much discover staff needs to step up, or step out. People can't work this, don't wanna work that, requested this off, I never approved it, but they aren't working anyways, leave me fricking hanging, and do they care? not so much. I don't either anymore.
I call Brian back after my conference call, he said the furnace is fixed.
"What was it?"
"The guy was good, he was here for like 5 minutes and it was over. There is this spot that our furnace has that's the size of a pin hole that gets clogged. He just basically cleaned it out with a paper clip, and it started right up."
"Are you fucking kidding me? We sat there all day in the cold for that? Did he show you where it is, so if it happens again you can fix it?"
"Yeah, but there's no way I'll remember."
Shit........ the man remembers sports scores from 1983, what he did with who at some freaking post-high school party where bob pissed on someones head.... and he can't remember THIS. Something SEMI important to the survival and comfort of his family? Where did god go wrong? Really?
Work then turns into a 10pm closing night for Sonya and I....... Just what I wanted to end the week. And that also means that the other medicine the vet told us to get for her... won't be picked up tonight. He's thrilled, NOT>
Saturday, thank god for running smooth. 4 of us on staff, since NO ONE else felt that it was important enough to work shifts that might have been theirs to begin with, or to work and help out the team three weeks before EASTER. Remember. Paybacks. We survived.
However, Brian calls me to tell me he feels like shit, and thinks hes getting a cold/flu back. Great. The Charity auction is tonight..... He sucked it up and went anyways. Spent $115, it was fun..
Fast forward til Sunday.... 10:30am.
Ring, ring..
"hello?"
"can you call people? monica didn't show, and i called both numbers and she didn't answer."
"God damn it, there's no one to call, we're already fucked by another emp not able to work her shift, and no one else can get there before 12 or 2...."
"ok, well do what you can."
"10 phone calls later to my DM, other stores, other individual employees from those stores.... NOTHING.
I basically wanna scream. We had SUCH a good day yesterday, and whatever we were positive........ down the tubes. I'm imagining all of the complaints that I'm gonna have to field. We were booked heavy enough to use 4-5 people at open. There were 2. I can't win for losing. I can't find reliable open staff. I had two troopers. One sick one and one healthy one. But they were there, working their asses off.
I love my job, but I seriously do not need anymore drama.
Those who are done, are done.
For all of you out there in blog land.... there are days i wish i had my husbands job. at least i could pull people over like he does, scream at their stupid asses, I could be getting paid to be a bitch to someone. Work could be a stress reliever instead of a source. Not to mention I could carry a gun, take it to the range, and blow a target away to vent. Right now, I got this.................
Sorry for your luck.
~d
Current mood:
bored 9:10pm
Pathetically, I'm sitting here watching Paula Deen on the Food Network. Not so pathetic, except for the fact that she's baking cookies with ELMO. Can someone tell me why I'm sitting here watching a puppet, when my kids are asleep and I could be watching any other adult show without a puppet on it? Of course, when I say adult, I don't mean that type of adult shows.... or do i? Ok, no, I'm not into puppet porn. Anyone ever see that sick Sesame Street email? Just checkin'.
So the last couple of days have been hectic, I've been a pseudo single mom (and a knocked up one at that). Brian left for Indiana to have a boys weekend with his buddy Chris. He told me about their oh-so-stressful day. McDonald's breakfast (which meant they were up sometime before 10:29am.), sat in the chair and watched T.V., had lunch, took a nap (oh and I asked, they didn't spoon), took a shower and were getting ready to go out again tonight. My guess with all of the drinking last night, and whatever bar food they ate, Chris's apartment has taken a beating. By that I mean, no febreez could take out that aroma. Light a match and run, cuz she's gonna explode. Two 40 year old men, beer and I'm sure some form of Taco Bell..... Not my idea of a restful weekend.
While he was enjoying bachelorhood temporarily, I was left to working and dealing with the 2 and 3 year olds, scratching my skin off, and dropping $100 of my hard earned money on babysitters. UGGGGGGG.... ok, if i were out painting the town red for two nights, i'd appreciate that more. BUT I WASN'T. (and for anyone that knows me, that'd never happen anyways, cuz I love sleep. and two nights of drinking and partying.....not me) And the unfortunate thing is... there was actually 2 things that would have been fun to do this weekend, but not worth me paying sitters for in addition to the ones I had already paid!! Not to mention I'd never find them. I had to work hard for the ones I found!
So basically, this isn't a real hilarious blog. I just have NOTHING to do. I mean, I could clean up the living room.... wait. No. I could go to bed. Not yet. Maybe I'll just hit ebay and look for weird auctions.
Have a great night.
~d
"Goin' down the only road I've ever known...." or something like that.
Nothing major here, just got home from work a little while ago, and I'm the only one awake in the house. And it was only like 8:45pm. All 3 boys asleep. 2 in beds, the big one on the couch. Lovely. I don't know how they slept through the tornado that appearantly went through my living room, but they did. Amazing. And guess what? I'm waiting for F.I.M.A. assistance before I clean it tonight. So you know that ain't happenin anytime soon.
So I'm sitting here, on "myspace" letting the 3rd mystery child kick the crap out of me. yay. Only 2 more months at most of pregnancy left. Will I miss it? Yeah, I will. I always do. Do I still loathe the first, ohhhh... 6 months of it, yes I do.
Wow, he woke up. Wait for it.... wait for it.... shhh... the bitching is about to start. After all he is a man, and he did just wake up from a pre-bedtime nap. He still has to let the dogs out and put away my car. Oh, by the way, anyone got an extra programmable garage door remote? I'd like to receive one before my pregnancy hormones get to the impatience level that could cause me to drive through the M*ther F*cker. So much for "in-car-programmable-above-your-head-on-the-console remotes. They don't work. Just so you know. At least mine doesn't, and I hate getting out of the car into the cold to use my damn key to unlock the garage, to push the button, to lock the side door back up, to get back into my car, to start it, to put it away. So, I'm protesting. The car can sit out, and he can put it away until I get a new remote. ONE THAT WORKS. So if you see a dent in my garage door.... or NO garage door. You now know why.
I'm gonna keep this really short, and pointless.
The end.
~d
