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Today was a day of massive, exponential suck....actually it started last night when the...wait...no, it started last EVENING, when DD started having a bad cough and temp. I spent part of the night with her in her bed, and part in my own, getting up and down to care for her (DH and I determine who will be the "up all night" parent depending on who will stay home the next day, and we rotate). She was miserable, hoarking cough (no whooping or croupy).
So up and down all night. Until about 11pm, when the freaking power goes out. Kiddo freaks out (she's only three), so I'm rambling around to figure out what to do to get her calm, DH gets smart and grabs the portable DVD player and powers it up for her. She calms down, and I report the outage. Of course, no power means no fan for the sound, and no furnace....so it's getting colder and colder, and I can't sleep.
About 4am, we get power on, sweet. I know I'm not going to work, kid is too sick. I finally get the kid comfy, she's sleeping (PS, YAY honey!), and sleep until 5:30 am. Email my manager and TL to say I won't be in, give the lowdown on my projects, and also call in on the sick line for work.
Not too bad.
Until about 8am when I try to call to get the freaking doc office to get DD in, and they've changed their number. The new number ALSO doesn't work. Apparently they don't have after hours message, so it just rings. At 9, I start getting the regular recording - which insists on looping me. After pressing 1 to make an appointment and getting the same message to press one, I hang up and try again. Get through, to be put on hold for 10 mins. Finally get through, and since they changed affiliation with hospitals, have to go through the whole entering info in, and then to find my 1pm appointment they said I could have got book...so I got a 4:30. Only took calling repeatedly and panicking for an hour and a half to get an appointment.
Been better, but starting to head down suck lane.
As soon as I hang up with the doc, my dad calls. Mom is drunk and sitting in the garage. He's riled, but I'm not going to drive out there to deal with her and a sick kid, so I tell him to pack her up and take her to rehab and drop her there. I guess she started up yesterday again, but she's full blown now. She fought with him about it, but he pretty much dumped her off there, and left once her Breathalyzer test went past 2.0. He's talking about leaving again. Told him he can stay here in the upstairs room if he needs to. She's a frequent flier at the rehab, so they'll sober her up and ship her home. Found out she's been "cheeking" her Antabuse, found a partially dissolved pill in her truck.
Now heading to epic suck territory.
At 4pm, pack up the kiddo, and start to head to the doc. Pull out on the main road, and all heck breaks loose on the front end - clanking and grinding. Pull over and can't see anything falling off. Turn around and head back home at 5mph, waiting for the tire to fall off. At this point, I lose it, call the doc to cancel while crying, and have DD in the back asking me why I'm crying. Tell her I'm sad because the car is broken. Get back home, call Dad again to see if I can borrow a vehicle from them. Call DH and tell him to hurry home because I'm at the end of my wits. He hurries
Stick a fork in me, I'm done.
On a good note, Dad drove over with his truck, and DH was home so he sent me with Dad to take him back home. DH called a mechanic friend, and is limping my truck to him, think it's either a bad brake pad broke off, or a ball joint. Luckily, we have the funds right now to take care of it.
DH is taking the day off tomorrow to stay with DD, so I get to go back to work - where I'd MUCH rather be. DD is sleeping right now. DH made dinner, and is being very nice and gentle to me.
I blame it on the moon.
This day SUCKED.
Today was a day of massive, exponential suck....actually it started last night when the...wait...no, it started last EVENING, when DD started having a bad cough and temp. I spent part of the night with her in her bed, and part in my own, getting up and down to care for her (DH and I determine who will be the "up all night" parent depending on who will stay home the next day, and we rotate). She was miserable, hoarking cough (no whooping or croupy).
So up and down all night. Until about 11pm, when the freaking power goes out. Kiddo freaks out (she's only three), so I'm rambling around to figure out what to do to get her calm, DH gets smart and grabs the portable DVD player and powers it up for her. She calms down, and I report the outage. Of course, no power means no fan for the sound, and no furnace....so it's getting colder and colder, and I can't sleep.
About 4am, we get power on, sweet. I know I'm not going to work, kid is too sick. I finally get the kid comfy, she's sleeping (PS, YAY honey!), and sleep until 5:30 am. Email my manager and TL to say I won't be in, give the lowdown on my projects, and also call in on the sick line for work.
Not too bad.
Until about 8am when I try to call to get the freaking doc office to get DD in, and they've changed their number. The new number ALSO doesn't work. Apparently they don't have after hours message, so it just rings. At 9, I start getting the regular recording - which insists on looping me. After pressing 1 to make an appointment and getting the same message to press one, I hang up and try again. Get through, to be put on hold for 10 mins. Finally get through, and since they changed affiliation with hospitals, have to go through the whole entering info in, and then to find my 1pm appointment they said I could have got book...so I got a 4:30. Only took calling repeatedly and panicking for an hour and a half to get an appointment.
Been better, but starting to head down suck lane.
As soon as I hang up with the doc, my dad calls. Mom is drunk and sitting in the garage. He's riled, but I'm not going to drive out there to deal with her and a sick kid, so I tell him to pack her up and take her to rehab and drop her there. I guess she started up yesterday again, but she's full blown now. She fought with him about it, but he pretty much dumped her off there, and left once her Breathalyzer test went past 2.0. He's talking about leaving again. Told him he can stay here in the upstairs room if he needs to. She's a frequent flier at the rehab, so they'll sober her up and ship her home. Found out she's been "cheeking" her Antabuse, found a partially dissolved pill in her truck.
Now heading to epic suck territory.
At 4pm, pack up the kiddo, and start to head to the doc. Pull out on the main road, and all heck breaks loose on the front end - clanking and grinding. Pull over and can't see anything falling off. Turn around and head back home at 5mph, waiting for the tire to fall off. At this point, I lose it, call the doc to cancel while crying, and have DD in the back asking me why I'm crying. Tell her I'm sad because the car is broken. Get back home, call Dad again to see if I can borrow a vehicle from them. Call DH and tell him to hurry home because I'm at the end of my wits. He hurries
Stick a fork in me, I'm done.
On a good note, Dad drove over with his truck, and DH was home so he sent me with Dad to take him back home. DH called a mechanic friend, and is limping my truck to him, think it's either a bad brake pad broke off, or a ball joint. Luckily, we have the funds right now to take care of it.
DH is taking the day off tomorrow to stay with DD, so I get to go back to work - where I'd MUCH rather be. DD is sleeping right now. DH made dinner, and is being very nice and gentle to me.
I blame it on the moon.
This day SUCKED.
