TPuckey
02-06-2008, 03:04 PM
I feel like since I've been through this before, I'm supposed to handle it better. For the most part, I'm ok... But, last night and today, this little black cloud that frequently follows me around has decided to unload on me.
Last night, I put my 18 month old in the bathtub, only to discover that (she has tubes in her ears) one ear has blood-colored wax coming all the way out of the ear. I pulled out what was on the outside of the ear, but didn't want to touch the inside because they told me not to. I know she can't hear anything because it is so full of stuff. She is a handful anyways, but even worse because I think she had a ruptured eardrum (again).
I finally get them to bed with the thought that tomorrow will be a new day. I can't sleep until late, which isn't anything new, I haven't been sleeping at all lately... and wake up late in the morning, making us late to get ready for the girls dance classes today. I didn't have time to shower, barely had time to brush my teeth and we were out the door.
I was already feeling unmotivated (as I have been for a while now), but had things to do. Went to the first dance class.. Alexa (the oldest) threw a huge tantrum in the middle of the class, yelling and kicking, and she's four, which only got looks from the other moms... who by the way are all "dolled" up because it's just one of those communities, and I'm about the only one around who knows what it is like to be a single wife because of military reasons. So they all stare at me like "God, she can't handle her kids".. which is bad enough, then Brooke starts crying and pulling at her ear. The doctor's office, which I called this morning, just wanted to call her in some drops, which I don't think is going to help, so that's another phone call I will have to make.
Then I went to the post office to mail four boxes out to my hubby for Valentine's day, all of which I am trying to carry across the WET (it was raining by the way) parking lot along with two children under the age of 5. Needless to say, I drop the boxes, in a puddle, in the middle of the road. Four, count em', FOUR people walk by me without so much as ASKING if I need help. I get inside, the post office lady is rude because I didn't have them all addressed. Brooklyn is running around trying to touch things.. people behind me are being impatient. The lady at the other counter is talking about people dying in Iraq, which I just DON'T need right now. I finally get out of there, open the door, and it is POURING.. like I can't even see the truck. How appropriate.
I leave, go to Target to pick up the prescriptions. My birth control is almost 60 dollars because she said the insurance didn't cover it. Needless to say, I ended up paying it because I get a pass with my husband and I needed it, only to have the pharmacist track me down in the parking lot, tell me that there was a mistake, and have to drag both kids back in to get my credit back.
Dance class number 2, the big one goes on her own, and the little one runs around screaming. I sit in the lobby fighting back tears because I have just had it. Brooke is running around (yet again) and I just can't find the strength to do anything about it. Of course, the uppety women and their nannies just stare at me because I'm such a total mess.. hair not done, no makeup, sweatpants and a sweatshirt.
Leave, come home (with the little one screaming the entire way), get the mail and there is a letter from the mortgage company about how the deployment is ENDING, and we no longer get Servicemembers Relief Act benefits, making our payment go up a ridiculous amount. His orders just started in December, how are they ENDING? So I call them, and argue for 20 minutes, only to be asked to fax the documents AGAIN! I feel sorry for the poor lady, but she beared the brunt of my entire day.
That resolved, I retreat to my room, not really caring if the kids set the house on fire, and my husband calls. After calming down long enough to talk to him.. he says he has to go, but he wants me to do something for him. I asked what and he said "Go sit down somewhere and smile." I started crying all over again. Can I just wake up and start the day over??!!?!?!?!?!
Anyways, had to get it out, thanks for listening, and sorry it was soooo long!!!!
Last night, I put my 18 month old in the bathtub, only to discover that (she has tubes in her ears) one ear has blood-colored wax coming all the way out of the ear. I pulled out what was on the outside of the ear, but didn't want to touch the inside because they told me not to. I know she can't hear anything because it is so full of stuff. She is a handful anyways, but even worse because I think she had a ruptured eardrum (again).
I finally get them to bed with the thought that tomorrow will be a new day. I can't sleep until late, which isn't anything new, I haven't been sleeping at all lately... and wake up late in the morning, making us late to get ready for the girls dance classes today. I didn't have time to shower, barely had time to brush my teeth and we were out the door.
I was already feeling unmotivated (as I have been for a while now), but had things to do. Went to the first dance class.. Alexa (the oldest) threw a huge tantrum in the middle of the class, yelling and kicking, and she's four, which only got looks from the other moms... who by the way are all "dolled" up because it's just one of those communities, and I'm about the only one around who knows what it is like to be a single wife because of military reasons. So they all stare at me like "God, she can't handle her kids".. which is bad enough, then Brooke starts crying and pulling at her ear. The doctor's office, which I called this morning, just wanted to call her in some drops, which I don't think is going to help, so that's another phone call I will have to make.
Then I went to the post office to mail four boxes out to my hubby for Valentine's day, all of which I am trying to carry across the WET (it was raining by the way) parking lot along with two children under the age of 5. Needless to say, I drop the boxes, in a puddle, in the middle of the road. Four, count em', FOUR people walk by me without so much as ASKING if I need help. I get inside, the post office lady is rude because I didn't have them all addressed. Brooklyn is running around trying to touch things.. people behind me are being impatient. The lady at the other counter is talking about people dying in Iraq, which I just DON'T need right now. I finally get out of there, open the door, and it is POURING.. like I can't even see the truck. How appropriate.
I leave, go to Target to pick up the prescriptions. My birth control is almost 60 dollars because she said the insurance didn't cover it. Needless to say, I ended up paying it because I get a pass with my husband and I needed it, only to have the pharmacist track me down in the parking lot, tell me that there was a mistake, and have to drag both kids back in to get my credit back.
Dance class number 2, the big one goes on her own, and the little one runs around screaming. I sit in the lobby fighting back tears because I have just had it. Brooke is running around (yet again) and I just can't find the strength to do anything about it. Of course, the uppety women and their nannies just stare at me because I'm such a total mess.. hair not done, no makeup, sweatpants and a sweatshirt.
Leave, come home (with the little one screaming the entire way), get the mail and there is a letter from the mortgage company about how the deployment is ENDING, and we no longer get Servicemembers Relief Act benefits, making our payment go up a ridiculous amount. His orders just started in December, how are they ENDING? So I call them, and argue for 20 minutes, only to be asked to fax the documents AGAIN! I feel sorry for the poor lady, but she beared the brunt of my entire day.
That resolved, I retreat to my room, not really caring if the kids set the house on fire, and my husband calls. After calming down long enough to talk to him.. he says he has to go, but he wants me to do something for him. I asked what and he said "Go sit down somewhere and smile." I started crying all over again. Can I just wake up and start the day over??!!?!?!?!?!
Anyways, had to get it out, thanks for listening, and sorry it was soooo long!!!!