This has been a fantastically shitty week. I’ve not posted about it, because I can’t seem to put the right words in the right order…so I’m just closing my eyes (literally! – you’ll forgive the typos, right?) and typing.
* Monday morning found me standing at the front desk of the pediatrician’s office on the phone with the kids’ insurance company, crying and (loudly) saying things like, “WHY did you terminate the coverage? I’ve talked to at least THREE DIFFERENT PEOPLE in your office in the past couple months, and EACH ONE told me the coverage would NOT be terminated. And now, here I am, standing in the doctor’s office WITH MY SICK CHILD, and they’re telling me the coverage is terminated.” and then (even more loudly) saying things like, “Okay, if YOU can’t do anything, then LET ME SPEAK WITH SOMEONE WHO CAN. I need to talk to someone who can FIX THIS; if you can’t do it, LET ME TALK TO SOMEONE WHO CAN.”
No one could.1
* Deputy Dad is back on night shift, leaving me with the majority of the Getting Everyone Where They’re Supposed to Be When They’re Supposed to Be There; and I’d be lying if I said I’m not
totally getting my ass kicked feeling completely overwhelmed. For example, Wednesday afternoon went like this:
3:25 – Pick up Miss Attitude from school. (The Drama Queen stayed after school for cheerleading practice.)
3:40 – Pick up Big Boy from sitter.
3:50 – Arrive home, get Miss Attitude ready for her first soccer practice, change Big Boy’s diaper.
4:15 – Leave home to pick up The Drama Queen from cheerleading practice.
4:30 – Drop off The Drama Queen at gymnastics.
4:45 – Rush back home to grab Miss Attitude’s forgotten inhaler and Gatorade.
5:00 – Take Miss Attitude to soccer practice.
5:30 – Pick up The Drama Queen from gymnastics.
6:00 – Pick up Miss Attitude from soccer practice.
6:15 – Pick up dinner on the way home, where I was faced with feeding three kids, bathing Big Boy, keeping the girls on task through their showers and bedtime routines, and getting all the kids in bed.
Part of me likes all the busy-ness. I think I feel better when we’re all so busy – there’s simply no time for brooding when I’m running around at breakneck speed. But it IS a bit overwhelming, especially if anything goes wrong and throws a kink in the works. And keeping up with everybody’s schedules – work schedules, school schedules, doctor appointments, speech therapy, soccer practice, soccer games, cheerleading practice, football games, volleyball practice, volleyball games, and whatever else comes up along the way – is STRESSING ME OUT.
* I worry constantly about Big Boy’s speech delay. He’s had three therapy sessions so far – two with the developmental therapist and one with the speech therapist. I know it’s really too soon to be expecting a major improvement; he’s still getting to know the therapists. But, dammit, I want to hear my boy talk. He has added a few new words and phrases, including the heart-burstingly awesome phrase, “MY Mama”…but I just want so badly for him to be speaking as well as he should be.
* Did I mention I have found myself somehow signed up as the assistant coach of The Drama Queen’s volleyball team? Did I mention I am significantly overweight and not at all athletically inclined? Did I mention I am, apparently, a total schmuck?
* I’ve had a horrible, pounding, eyeball-searing headache all week long.
* Last night I dreamed about unpaid bills, sick kids, The Drama Queen’s school supplies (a whole nother story), and Big Boy’s speech delay. I’m even stressed out in my sleep.
Here’s hoping this coming week (which starts in about 32 minutes, my time) is better than this past week.
have had health insurance through a state-sponsored program. They’ve had the coverage for five or six years now, and it has been a godsend, especially with Miss Attitude’s asthma (her asthma prevention medications alone would run us over $500 a month without insurance). For some reason I have yet to figure out – and for which no one there can give me a clear explanation, they terminated our coverage effective August 31st and processed our renewal as a new application, with insurance coverage effective October 1st. Which means, until then, all doctor visits ($80 just to walk in the door) and prescriptions (Monday’s alone were $90 – and I only filled HALF of one of them.) come out of our pockets. And, of course, Miss Attitude is still having asthma trouble, and Big Boy started running fever today.