When You've Got It *Really, Really* Good...

....SHUT THE FUCK UP! Part-time Co-worker A has a schedule: 9-3 Monday-Thursday 9-2 Friday **Starting in June, she will only work Monday-Thursday Her working provides her with spending money. Her husband has a nice job that pays extremely well. She doesn't have to work at all if she doesn't want to and she will call off a day because (fill-in-the-reason). My Boss, B, has bent over backwards to accomodate her. It's never good enough. So why am I so irritated? Because A has the audacity to complain about her schedule. It's too much. She doesn't need to work, it's just for spending money, blah blah fuckity blah blah... The above schedule allows her to take her kids to school and pick them up. It allows her time to run errands before businesses close. She also has the luxury of time to clean, catch up on laundry or just sit on her deck in the sun and sip lemonade. Her "it's not good enough" attitude is a slap in the face to parents who HAVE to work because there's no other way to make it financially. I'm not turning this into a Stay-at-home-mom versus Work-outside-of-home-mom thing. god knows there's enough of that in the world already. I'm pissed off because I'd kill for her schedule! I'd love to be able to have more time to take care of household chores, run errands and spend more time with K. Not to mention having any money I make be my PERSONAL SPENDING MONEY! I do not like A. I used to get a long with her pretty well but now I want nothing to do with her. I can only hope she starts having attendence "issues" again and will be replaced.

I Do All My Own Stunts

We had a good weekend. K and I got to play a lot. Saturday it rained most of the day so we were stuck inside. We played on top of pillows and blankets, walked with the buggy, pushed the train around, chased the cats. It was a good day. Sunday we went to the park and tried out the slide (not to sure on those, yet) and played in the swings. This morning K took off and crawled from one side of the bed (where we had been getting him dressed) to the other side lightening fast and "Oh shit..." (as I do a belly flop on top of the bed to try and catch his leg/ankle/pinky toe) went right over the edge and landed on top of his head AGAIN! K had the biggest alligator tears you've ever seen and cried for less than a minute. He then spotted J finishing up ironing his shirt and started to giggle. This kid of mine, I tell you...

For What It's Worth

1. Buying infant/toddler shoes is not that easy. They recommend soft soled shoes as they learn to walk, however those damn things won't protect his feet when he's playing outside this summer. 2. Trying on the before-mentioned shoes is like attempting to put an orange into a toaster. 3. I'm a cheap ass. I don't want to pay $30 or more on a pair of shoes K will outgrow faster than mold can grow in an abandoned shower. I want my money's worth, damnit! 4. Fiber in one's diet is great. I do my best to meet the minimum every day. Tripling the number of fiber grams in one day is NOT advised. 5. When you know the weekend is going to involve a get together with pizza and cake, you might as well start the binging a day early.

The Man I Married (& the Father of My Son)

"Why don't we just low-jack him?" This is the answer from J when I showed him the new child ID I made for K. What? "Yeah, then we could find him anywhere." Hmmm... "Then we could shock him if he starts to act up!" Isn't technology great! snarky, snark, snark

What We See Out Our Window

Over a foot of snow later, we've managed to dig out our cars and make our way to work, even if somewhat begrudgingly.

"It" & When Will They Learn...

J has "it". I don't dare mention what "it" is for fear that I am next in line, but if you read any of my posts over the weekend, you already know of "it" that will remain un-named. (good god, I'm stuck in a harry potter movie...) K is doing better. He's holding liquids down and some solid foods. Although B at daycare decided to put him in the swing approximately 30 minutes after he ate, which led him to throw up. Ooohhh, when will they learn... K is also back on Zantac. We don't know if it will help, but he's been arching his back, screaming his head off and "wet burpy" so it's possible his reflux/heartburn is a contributing factor to his grumpiness. When will this f-ed up flu season go away?!

Update

Dr appt went fine. Dr. A told us to keep K on a liquid diet until he keeps it down for at least 24 hours. Then we can slowly introduce solids, via the BRAT diet. K is doing ok. I guess the aftermath of the stomach flu is worse than the actual flu. Go figure. Now the trick is to get my 10 month old to understand why he can only have 3 oz of formula at a time...

I Got Nothin'

Recap: Thursday, late afternoon - J picks up K from daycare and they tell him that he has thrown up everything. We get home, K throws up again. The three of us go to urgent care to see what to do. Dr. S says give him Pedialyte and then formula. If he tolerates those well, add solids in 24 hours. Friday - MIL, V, watches K for us. He doesn't throw up and even has a tiny bit of a saltine craker around noon. He drinks the Pedialyte and formula with no problem. K does get a fever. Saturday - Fever goes down a bit. We continue his liquid diet until about 3 PM-ish. Decide to have him try some applesauce. Within 10 minutes, K has thrown up. We go back to the liquid diet. Sunday - K is out of character. He's keeping liquids down, but is incredibly fussy, arching his back, wants to be held but doesn't want to be held, rubs his eyes a lot, and does not want to play with anything. We take him in to urgent care again. Dr. D tells us to stop giving him Pedialyte, put him on lactose free formula and resume his normal diet. (Note: this is the complete opposite of everything we've researched and been told by other DR.s) We go home and around 4 PM-ish, do what Dr. D told us and gave him 1/2 jar of bananas. Within 10 minutes, the bananas were everywhere but in K's tummy. We cleaned him off and within 5 minutes of that, K got sick again. J called the urgent care and chewed the ass of the barely there nurse and Dr. D (now known as Dr. dumshit in this house hold) for giving us directions that made our son sick again! I called the on-call nurse for our Pediatrician and confirmed that we were doing the right thing by continuing the liquid diet and keeping our focus on making sure K didn't get dehydrated. I also looked up on our Pediatrican's website and confirmed their treatment for vomiting was also what we had been doing this entire time. Monday - K had a 7 oz bottle, of which he drank 4 oz before vomiting, so he really only had 3 oz. He was fussy, only played for a little bit (20 minutes maybe) and wouldn't take any more formula. He arched his back, cried and I didn't know what to do. We sat on the couch, wrapped up in his blanket and watched Fox News. After some wriggling, "dadada, mamamam, lala, babba", I watched K's eyes get heavy and he went to sleep. I am in the process of doing 4 more loads of laundry (including the comforer on which K got sick on this morning) and counting down the minutes until our appt with the Ped, Dr. A. I'm trying to figure out what to do about Dr. dumbshit, trying to understand what the hell is going on with my son, worried sick about him and about how J is handling all of this, wondering if this is related to K's reflux he had early on and if he should be back on Zantac... as the title of this post clearly states - I GOT NOTHIN'!

Odd One Out

I wasn't anticpating THIS quite so soon. I also wasn't expecting it to be me who is the odd one out. It's hard for me to even put I how feel into words.......

Not the end, but...

I've been working on this for a bit and I'm making progress. I'm no where near done, but the layout is close and I'm not having the funky WTF-ever with the right side bar.

Heart Pumping Morning

We've gotten a lot of snow where I live this year. No where near upstate NY, but enough. So what does that snow do when the temperature gets above freezing? Well, it melts. Now pay attention - this next part is very important. What happens to melted snow overnight when the temp gets way below freezing... it freezes! Very good. I knew you were smart bloggers. :) When I pulled my car into the driveway of B's daycare, I was aware that it was slick. I commended myself on my astitute observation as I walked around the rear of the car to get K. (this is where it gets good, people! Commence eating lots of popcorn as the plot builds) I unbuckle K and what do I notice.... . . . . . my car starts sliding backwards! Not fast, but enough that I am at a complete loss of what to do. I look at the steering wheel and know that the car is indeed off, the keys are out of the ignition, it is in Park...I've no idea what in the hell to do. I call out "Help" a couple times, but there is no one outside to hear so it was completely pointless. I look at K (whose is wondering why I haven't gotten him out yet), I try to figure out if there is any way I can keep the car from speeding down the driveway and into the lawn of the house across the street. Eventually, the car stopped. I let go of the door frame and the car continued to not move. Carefully I closed the car door, made my way around to the driver's side and got in. I started the car and got out of that damn driveway, pulling into a spot along the curb instead. We are both fine, although my nerves are shot. I anticpate my adreline will be back to normal around noon.....NEXT WEEK! So, I'll be submitting a suggestion for Worst Case Scenarios to update their book to include options on what to do when: A. Your car is sliding downhill on ice B. You're wearing full office wardrobe right down to the 3 inch heels C. You are also sliding downhill on ice D. You have an infant in the car E. No one is around to offer help F. You can't reach your purse to get the cell phone in order to call daycare and have them send someone out the help Yeah, I think that will do.