Wednesday, March 31, 2010

2010, I give in. You Win.

Disclaimer: I'm going to whine for this post.  If you're not interested, just close now please.

OK: 2010 has it in for me.  I'm giving up.  I'd like to skip past it and join 2011 if that's okay.  You win, 2010.  Mercy.

I'm not usually so whiny, but I'm getting a little fed up with the bad luck that has headed our way this year.

January: my son had pneumonia with double ear infections.  Yuck.  Not so intolerable, but not fun.

February: my son and I were hit by a van while crossing the street.  Pretty traumatic and sucky all around.

March: our basement is currently sitting in 6 inches of water.  Our furnace, hot water heater, washer and dryer are all sitting in said 6 inches.  I'm hoping this gets resolved (or at least pumped out) today. 

Ok, April, whaddaya got for me?  Seriously, I have a pretty nice life, and am happy.  I don't really have much to complain about compared to many people out there.  A few bad things here and there are expected in life, right?  I should just suck it up and deal.  I know.  Maybe after a good nights sleep and some dry clothes I'll see this whole thing in a new light. 


Monday, March 29, 2010

Enough already

I'm having one of "those" days.  I should have known that right from the start, it was going to be miserable.  When the alarm went off, I innocently thought "now why is my alarm going off on a Sunday?"  Um, yeah.  Its Monday. 

So, its raining, and will be doing THAT all week (at least until Thursday).  Little buddy kicked both shoes off on the way to daycare, so as I put them back on, my bum hung out the door and got rained on.  Yuck.

In the afternoon, I got a call from the lovely insurance case worker (aren't they all so lovely) asking me how my wrist was feeling.  LIKE YOU CARE!!  He wanted to know if it was feeling better and if I thought the cast would come off at my appointment next week.  Um....I  DON'T know!  I do know that my wrist still hurts and that I have to take Advil everyday.  I'll be sure to update you after the X-RAY.  That's how we know when bones are broken.  Then he happened to mention that the car rental was only approved through to my appointment next week.  Thanks.  I don't intend to run off with your car.  I actually prefer my OWN car, I just can't drive it at the moment.

Then the lady from Enterprise calls.  Wants to know if my rental is okay, and to remind me that it is approved through insurance until next Monday.  Yep, got it.  She says she notices that my car was a "total loss" and asked if she could put me in touch with their sales department to help me buy a new one.  I said there must be some mistake, since I wasn't IN my car during the time of the accident.  She responds, "Oh, what is the name of the shop that its in?".  I growled, "I WASN'T IN MY CAR DURING THE ACCIDENT!".  GGGGGGGGGRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.  What is with people?  Why call me if you aren't going to listen to the words that I am saying?  Ugh.

So, I hope it gets better today.  I'm not sure why I'm so aggravated today, but maybe a very big hug from my very little buddy will help.  If not, there's always the "beer with dinner" route.


Friday, March 19, 2010

Blue's Clues

What is it with this show?  My little guy LOVES it.  He has really liked it for a while now, but he is SERIOUSLY into it now.

He walks around carrying his "notebook", where he must have a crayon to insert into the spiral.  He loves the mailbox, and bounces around letters while trying to sing that silly song about the mail.  He has even started trying to "ska-doo".  Its hilarious!  He hasn't had any "comfort items" up until this point, but now he even sleeps with his notebook.  So cute.

I'm feeding into the frenzy, and have stocked up on his "favorite" notebook.  When I run out of them...I don't know what I'll do.  Maybe he'll be out of this phase by then....or maybe I'll just be the worst mom ever. 

My boy has a preference for the character Joe, and I can't figure out why. Steve is clearly the cooler of the two.  Besides, Joe's real name is Donovon, which makes him a fraud in my book.  Kids can say Donovan, or Don!  Steve's real name is Steve, and that seems more real to me.

He likes the epidsode called "Big Band" and watches it every morning.  (Okay, you're not supposed to let your kid watch TV before the age of 2 ....but he's really close....and for crying out loud, 20 minutes of quiet is necessary for a mother's sanity!)  He laughs and claps at the exact same spot every time.

My conclusion is that it seems like whatever it is that our children are drawn to, or have the latest obsession about, becomes an obsession for the parent as well.  Why should I care if Joe's real name is Don? Why should I know the Mail song?  Why should I know how to Ska-doo?!?!?!  (I DO care if he loses his notebook, since it culminates in a lot of screaming).  As important as our kids are to us, the things that are important to them are important to us, too.  Maybe this changes over time, and somebody beat me with a stick if I turn into one of those wacko yelling parents at sports events, but for now, I like that we can bond over this silly little show. 


Tuesday, March 16, 2010

3 more weeks

Well, the wrist was x-ray'd yesterday, and my bone is still broken.  A new cast was put on (thank goodness, cause that old one was getting Stinky!), and I wait for 3 more weeks....then get another x-ray and go from there.

The scariest part of the experience is realizing that I cannot move my wrist.  When the cast was off, I had a bit of time to "play" with it, and I couldn't get it to move.  Yikes.  This re-hab is going to take a long time after the cast is finally off for good.  (The doctor said it takes at least 8 weeks to regain full range of motion!)  Immobilization has atrophied my muscles and frozen my ligaments.  Ew.

I have never had to live with or deal with a disability, but this experience certainly helps me understand what people have to go through who don't have full functionality of their "parts".  On top of being scary, it is really frustrating.  I'm not a person that likes to ask for help, and this is teaching me that I have to....I can't imagine a lifetime of reliance on others.

So, it looks like I will turn 36 with a cast on my arm.  It kind of makes me feel an "adult with braces" kinda way.  I suppose that as long as I can run after that little rugrat of mine, I'll remain young at heart!

Here's to Calcium supplements and healing bones!