Do you ever have one of those days were everything goes wrong and you want to run away? I've been having a lot of those days. Lately I've had clients and underwriters screaming at me and let me say I LOVE the nasty grams. I've had 2 out of 3 kids sick. I've been pooped on, puked on (twice this week) and to end the week my mom's puppy peed on my sandals as I dropped the kids off this morning..and no she doesn't wear the same size shoe as me...
Turns outm my mini-van is falling apart beneath my feet. So far my repair bill(s) is up to $2,000.00 (Stupid Dodge!) I now have a new radiator, but I still need front bearings, belts, idler, an altenator, compressor, condenser and belts. I'm glad I married a mechanic only to take the van down the road to the repair shop, why is that? The other thing that I don't understand is why my husband has ME talk to the mechanics only to turn around and call him and try to retell him everything. Wouldn't it be easier if I was left out of the shop talk? I usually end up using words like "thingy" and "whatch-ma-callit". I really think he likes to torture me or just have a good laugh listening to me tyring to speak "mechanic".
I know I was able to list above what I needed, but that's only because I made our mechanic, Bill, repeat it about 3 times. I clearly don't speak "mechanic". I know where the gas pedal is and where the gas goes. On occasion I have been known to add my own wiper fluid and oil.
Quintin came down with Croup over the last weekend. We ended up in the doctors office having a breathing treatment on Saturday because he was have trouble breathing. The doctor told me that Croup is very contagious. I asked him if I should just go ahead a prepay our co-pay and make an appt. for Wyatt and Patrick on about ....ooohh...Thursday.
Well...guess what? THURSDAY night Patrick was sick and had a temp of 103...I ended up snuggling with him in his bed. I never knew he talked so much in his sleep. His bed is pretty comfortable. Since he was feverish he was SUPER HOT which was nice because I'm always SUPER COLD. I figured we'd get a good night sleep except for him waking me up 3 times in the middle of the night to tell me "Mimi this is the only blanket we have!!", "Rylie, STOP!! No!! Go over here!!", and the best was waking me up to tell me that there was car parked in the bedroom. I kept telling him "No baby, there's no car. It's okay go back to sleep" but he kept saying "No!! I see the headlights!! LOOK!" I think maybe I should go easy on the NyQuil next time..
I'll give Wyatt another day before him comes down with something. I would love to think that this lovely virus was spread because they were giving each other hugs and kisses, but seriously...they were spitting on each other.
This week should end with a bottle (or two) of wine...if I can afford it.
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