One of the things I miss most about working all the time is that I can't put my son down for a nap. We had this routine. He'd grab his blankie and his stuffed toy and we'd go up to his room. He'd lie down, I'd cover him up, and rub his back and hum softly to him until he fell asleep. It was soothing for both of us.

Because he was sick today and I stayed home with him, I got to do that.

So guess who has the chicken pox now?

I'm staying home today to care for him. My boss didn't sound too thrilled but what can ya do? The babysitter is watching a couple of kids that haven't had it before and doesn't want to expose them without consulting the parents. Fair enough.

Time to go give someone an oatmeal bath. Oh the joys of mommyhood.

Wish I could go back to bed.

So yesterday was a day from hell. No really.

I think it all started when I slept in a little. It wasn't enough to cause *too* much of a panic, but certainly enough to offset my day. I really hate that.

So I got to work and I went to go buy myself a tea in the caf when I realized (dun dun dun DUNNNN) I couldn't find my wallet. Fifteen minute search of everywhere confirmed, wallet was missing. I call home. Sure enough, wallet was sitting nicely on the loveseat, waiting for me to remember it. *sigh*

So fine. I remembered I had some emergency tea bags in my drawer. I bit the bullet and used the kitchenette kettle with the lime deposit from hell inside of it and had some tea.

Then I spent two hours in a meeting defending myself because my boss tried to pin blame on me for the $50,000 fuckup of someone else. I only wish I were kidding. I was so upset I ended up running to the bathroom after the meeting and throwing up the meagre contents of my stomach (tea and a half piece of toast I'd gulped down at home).

During the two hours of my meeting, of course work piled up because both my boss and I were in the meeting and nobody else was around to do all that customs paperwork. So guess who had to scramble to get things done? No less than 10 angry messages from people wondering where their commercial invoices were. I felt wretched and wrung out and cried through most of it because I have been under so much stress lately and don't need this shit.

Then I get a call from SO saying "the gas company phoned you have to call this number" so I do and they tell me my account is in arrears and they will cut off the gas if I don't cough up $520 in the next two days. Fuuuuuuck. I scramble in my head to try and figure out how I could possibly have messed up a gas bill. Come up blank and then realize, ohhh fuck. That's right. I messed up accounts. See, we pay Union Gas for gas and Union Energy for other stuff. I ended up paying Union Energy (which is normally only $30) instead of Union Gas (normally $250) the past two months, so now Union Energy is payed up for like, the next hundred years and Union Gass is flipping out. I end up rushing to bathroom and wretching again. Tired and strung out and sort of hungry but really not so hungry.

Which is good because, I forgot my wallet at home. So I'm broke and can't even afford flipping crackers ($0.25 a pack! cripes. I can't even afford a quarter!) and I'm tired and I just want to go home at this point but noooo. Then I spend 45 minutes arguing with one of our production control guys that no, they cannot be lazy and yes, they do have to fill out bills of lading for all five promo t-shirt sets going to five different companies. "whyyyy?" I nearly threw the phone.

So then I left work a 1/2 hr early (which I will surely hear about and pay for today) and on my way home I took the back roads so I wouldn't have to deal with crap traffic. I ended up hitting a SKUNK. Then a big rig almost ran me over! I pulled over and just sat in the car for a few minutes and let the rig pass me. It almost hit an oncoming car trying to pass two other cars. I fucking hate trucks.

I get home and SO takes one look at my face and gives me a hug. I tell him what happened and then sink to the floor and start crying. All he said was, "Go take a bath."

When I wouldn't move he pulled me up and took me to the bathroom and drew me a bath. Then he brought me a tea and a book and shut the door and told the kids they were to leave me alone.
Then he ordered pizza and told me to eat. We had a picnic on the living room floor. Gave the kids a bath and then we all had quiet time before the kids went to bed.

Then my mom called and told me she has to have a full hysterectomy and that they found more cysts and things in her uterus and they'd also have to operate on her bladder a little. And my grandma has to start seeing a psychologist because the insurance company of the family who crashed into her car two winters ago is refusing to believe she has suffered from post-traumatic stress (on top of the months and months of painful therapy it took to get her to, you know, WALK AGAIN) and won't pay up her insurance company. Even though their 17 year old daughter ran through a stop sign. Into her car. In mid-winter. On icy roads. She didn't even try to stop. Just ran right through. Wasn't paying attention.

Anyway. After all that, it was time for bed.

How was your day?

Yesterday was my mother-in-law's birthday. I bought her popcorn some kleenex some bottled water and the movie "Maid In Manhattan". It makes me cringe to even type the title out but it is the type of movie she goes gaa-gaa over. So needless to say she loved the present.

It was also terribly stormy yesterday until late in the evening. Yeck.

Sent out packages to my cousins yesterday for a family gathering... of sorts...

I feel drained. I've been fighting off this flu for quite some time now and it is slowly winning me over.

And now I'm going to go throw on a depressing movie and cry into my veggies.

So.

My parents decided to put the cats under today. Both of them.

Pooh was *my* cat, until I got pregnant with C. Then my parents took over because I couldn't handle his litterbox etc. And when we bought the house Pooh just sort of stayed with my parents.

He would have been 11 this year.

His counterpart, Minoux, was R's cat. She would have been 7. They were both getting sick though.

Our parents didn't tell either of us. They just went to the vet's today and did it. And then told us. R is beside himself. I am upset too.

I wish they would have told us. :/

Woke up with a nosebleed. The air in this house must be really dry.

I think we may have a ghost. Someone keeps rearranging the wine glasses in my china cabinet. It isn't me, or SO, or the kids, because this usually happens while we are all at work/school/babysitter. Or maybe it's just the china cabinet that's haunted!! Oooooooo. Or maybe someone is breaking into our house just to rearrange our glasses and then leaving. Riiiiight.

So my cousin CP is a dork and thinks it would be more fun to go to her boyfriend's prom than to come hang with us and drink and stuff. Phooey on that!

Memo to self: send packages this week. Don't forget the wink wink for you know who.

It's freezing rain outside. Lovely weather. *grumble*

Today is also A's birthday, here's hoping he has a good one.

It's Thursday!

Went over to S's last night to gab. She had a messed up encounter with RV over the weekend. We also talked about recent HR things and how stressful our jobs are right now. And talked about nothing things, just more or less enjoyed each other's company.

Considering playing Baldur's Gate again, but figuring meh, I'll just get bored with it quickly and uninstall it a few days later.

I need a new game. Suggestions?

So (needless to say from observing initial post) I had crappy day at work. Issues with people and decided to rant here. I did confront them about it though. So hopefully issues are resolved.

I wish people would get their facts straight before jumping to conclusions. Christ.

SNOW! GD DAMNIT! I HATE FUCKING SNOW.

MORE of it came last night while I was sleeping.

C is getting cranky and irritable because of the pox. K is getting cranky and irritable because C is getting more attention than him. I'm getting cranky and irritable because of my job and life in general.

But hey, party for SO coming up! Also throwing a fantasia party in May.

I will use it like a mantra in these dark days. "Party soon. Party soon. Party soon." And I'll forget about the fact that these two events will likely stress me out, 50's housewife stylee. :p

Half-assed helped my sister in law with her school project last night. She's in television and radio communications, so of course they had to make a website (...)

Yeah. That's what I thought. So she decided to go the way of tri-pod easy pagemaker. Found it wasn't all that easy. Cried and gnashed her teeth when things wouldn't go where she wanted them to &etc. Overall the page isn't that bad... Sorta...

At the very least she got it done by last night's midnight deadline. Nevermind the fact that she used *my* computer while I used SO's dinosaur that took a bajillion years to load anything and in general locked down when I tried to, you know, blink. So if people were messaging me and I wasn't responding? Yeah. That's why. I don't mind that she used mine, if she'd have used SO's woulda taken longer. yeah.

Fucking hair. Need to dye soon. Stupid roots.