This has been a helluva week, and it ain’t over yet.
(Sorry ’bout that; the shittiness of this week calls for a little Texas drawl, ya’ll.)
~ Miss Attitude was out of school with pneumonia two days this week.
~ Tuesday evening found me alone (Deputy Dad was working) with all three kids in the emergency room at the hospital in [larger town an hour away, where we go for shopping and pediatrician visits] while we waited for Miss Attitude to get a chest x-ray. Oh. My. Freaking. Gosh. I went into OCD Overdrive as I watched the walking wounded (and presumably contagious!) around us.
(To clarify, I didn’t take all three kids and head to [larger town] to take Miss Attitude to the E.R. We went for a pediatrician appointment, and he wanted to get a chest x-ray after hearing her junky-sounding left lung. It was after-hours by then, so we had to go through the E.R. to get it done…which meant waiting in the E.R. waiting room, a terrifying experience for an OCD/anal-retentive mom of three.)
~ SuperBoy is trying to kill us with his Terrible Twoness.
~ At this moment, even as I type this, Deputy Dad is on the couch, alternately dozing and writhing in pain, as he tries to pass another kidney stone. We just went through this two weeks ago. He’s opted not to go to the E.R. this time, as long as we can manage the pain with the spiffy drugs they prescribed him last time.
A little white pill
Taken with some Seven Up
Deputy Dad, sleep
More tomorrow, if I make it through tonight with my sanity intact. At this point, it’s questionable.