I've loved horses all my life. When I was a child, I had horse figurines, Barbie horses, and so on. As a teen, I collected Breyer model horses; I showed them in "photo shows" (which were a lot more of a pain in the ass when you had to take the pictures with film and hope that they will come out right, instead of with a digital camera); I took them to live shows; I "bred" them with other horses; I "raced" them through the mail. I was really into it.
When I was 10 or so, my sister and I started going to horse camp. Basically, you stayed at the camp for a week, and were assigned a horse to take care of. We did the feeding, grooming, tack maintenance, etc. We took riding lessons and went on trail rides. At the end of the week, we participated in a horse show and took home ribbons, etc. I loved every minute of it.
My parents divorced when I was 15, and then there was no more money for horse camp. I got to take riding lessons for a year or two, and then my mom put the kibosh on it. No money. I lived in Northern Virginia, so there weren't a lot of horse farms around.
The last time I was actually on a horse was in 1999; I took a "trail riding" class at the community college where I was finishing up an AA degree. Even though we were just riding around the campus, I still loved it. I love anything and everything to do with horses. I love the smell of a barn, or a tack room. I even love horse shit. Seriously. I've been covered in horse shit and laughing my fool head off.
After that one class, I sadly acknowledged the fact that I would never again be able to ride a horse. I just didn't know anyone who owned horses. Even though I live in Iowa, I just don't have any access to horses. I met my husband, who has a friend who owns lots of horses, but that friend won't let me ride. He insists it's not because of my weight, but I suspect it is. I also have a coworker who has horses, who said she'd let me ride, but she and I don't always get along, and I don't want to suck up to her, just to be able to ride a horse.
So I had accepted that I wouldn't be around horses ever again.
This past summer, I was looking for a volunteer organization to join. I stumbled across Miracles in Motion on the internet and was enthralled. They have horses! And they teach disabled kids to ride the horses! And they let you volunteer to work with the horses! Where do I sign up!
In September, I started volunteering with them. Basically, I go in after work, groom and tack up a horse, and lead the horse in two classes for kids who are riding. I love it! It's so much fun. I get filthy, but it's horse filth so it's A-Ok! (I think my husband was a little shocked, the first time I came home covered in horse shit - I don't think he'd ever seen me with so much as a little mud on my shoe.)
I swear on all that is holy that I didn't join the group with the intent on being able to ride the horses. In all honesty, I just love the leading of the horses, the grooming, the tacking up, etc. Riding would be the icing on an already yummy cake. I didn't expect that they would let the volunteers ride. However, when I signed up, they gave me a rules handbook. In the handbook, it said that volunteers are allowed to join an exercise committee, where they can ride the horses in the off-season.
I was so excited! Then I read the part about there being a 200 pound weight limit, and my heart sank. I'm 240 pounds; I had a baby in January, and the last time I was below 200 pounds was when I was 18. So, I was sad, but I understood.
Then I was talking to one of the other volunteers, and she told me that there are some larger, more sturdy horses at the farm, and perhaps they would be willing to let me ride one of those. I shouldn't have listened; I just got my hopes up.
I asked the instructor via email if it would be possible, and didn't hear back for a couple of weeks. I tried to be patient, but the session was coming to an end and I wanted to know if I'd be able to come back before the spring. Finally, I asked her at the last session; she said she would talk to the farm owner and get back to me.
A month later, I still hadn't heard anything from her. I still had hope that I'd be able to ride.
The girl who lives on the farm and maintains the property created a Facebook group for MiM. I joined it and saw that she had posted about trail rides starting up. Trail rides are my utmost favorite thing in the whole wide world, so I asked her about me being possibly able to ride.
She responded that I had to take the exercise rider test. That got my hopes up even higher. I said, yes I knew that, but I wasn't sure if I would be allowed to take the test, being over the weight limit.
She answered that no, I can't ride. Period.
I mean, I knew that it was a slim chance (pun intended), but it hurt. You know? I mean, horseback riding is excellent exercise, and exercise is what I need to lose weight. It's very ironic - I need exercise in order to lose weight to be able to exercise. I'm ashamed to admit that tears were shed last night - I was just so frustrated!
I completely understand that they have to have their horses' health at the highest priority, not one volunteer's desire to ride. But dammit - I've ridden before when I was over 200 pounds. It just doesn't seem fair. *whine whine*
So I will go to the farm and help groom and tack up the horses for the trail rides, and I will stand there and watch them ride off and have fun. And I'll go for walks on my lunch breaks at work and try to cut back on the carbs and try to lose some weight. Maybe in a couple of years I'll be able to ride.
Of course, watch after all that, they'll lower the limit to 150 pounds or something.
Man, being fat is never a positive attribute, is it.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Ungrateful Brats
[rant on]
So I joined a new forum where women talk about TTC, pregnancy, kids, etc.
There's a "siggy" forum where those of us who are relatively good at Photoshop make free signatures for others to use on the forum.
Last weekend, I went into the request forum and saw several posts from women who wanted sigs. They put "FFA" which means "free for all," i.e. anyone who wants to do it can do so.
I was bored, so I made sigs for all three women.
Out of those three...
One of them said a lackluster "thanks" and didn't use the sig. Someone else made her one too (although I'd posted that I was attempting the sig already), and everyone gushed over hers.
One of them never responded to my posting of her finished sig. Guess she didn't like it.
One of them said "Thanks but I wanted it like this XXX" (not that she mentioned that in her request thread, mind you). Then ANOTHER siggy maker jumped onto my thread and posted a remade one, which the original requester loved and put in her signature immediately.
WTF?
When did people become such ungrateful bitches?
If you want it a certain way, here's a thought: ASK FOR IT THAT WAY. Don't say "I'd like a sig please" and then not give ANY DIRECTION WHATSOEVER. Fucking cow.
And another thing. If someone says they're going to work on a sig, I'll step back and let them do it. Even if the person doesn't like the finished product, I'd still let the original person fix it or try again. I wouldn't just jump in and do it. What the fuck is up with that?? If I did that, if the person liked mine over the other person's, it could cause the other person to feel just as crappy as I do right now. Why would I do that to someone? Just because it's the internet, doesn't mean people don't have feelings.
Fuckin' selfish ungrateful bitches.
[end rant]
So I joined a new forum where women talk about TTC, pregnancy, kids, etc.
There's a "siggy" forum where those of us who are relatively good at Photoshop make free signatures for others to use on the forum.
Last weekend, I went into the request forum and saw several posts from women who wanted sigs. They put "FFA" which means "free for all," i.e. anyone who wants to do it can do so.
I was bored, so I made sigs for all three women.
Out of those three...
One of them said a lackluster "thanks" and didn't use the sig. Someone else made her one too (although I'd posted that I was attempting the sig already), and everyone gushed over hers.
One of them never responded to my posting of her finished sig. Guess she didn't like it.
One of them said "Thanks but I wanted it like this XXX" (not that she mentioned that in her request thread, mind you). Then ANOTHER siggy maker jumped onto my thread and posted a remade one, which the original requester loved and put in her signature immediately.
WTF?
When did people become such ungrateful bitches?
If you want it a certain way, here's a thought: ASK FOR IT THAT WAY. Don't say "I'd like a sig please" and then not give ANY DIRECTION WHATSOEVER. Fucking cow.
And another thing. If someone says they're going to work on a sig, I'll step back and let them do it. Even if the person doesn't like the finished product, I'd still let the original person fix it or try again. I wouldn't just jump in and do it. What the fuck is up with that?? If I did that, if the person liked mine over the other person's, it could cause the other person to feel just as crappy as I do right now. Why would I do that to someone? Just because it's the internet, doesn't mean people don't have feelings.
Fuckin' selfish ungrateful bitches.
[end rant]
Monday, August 11, 2008
Long weekend
These days, I don't look forward to the weekends like most other people; I look forward to the work week. Why? Because I get time to myself without the constant "I need," "I want," and "Give me..."
Let's see, this past weekend, DH did the following: cooked 1 dinner; mowed the lawn; fed the baby one bottle; changed one diaper; did 3 loads of laundry (and that does not include putting the clothes away; he leaves that for me to do).
Here's what I did: planned the coming week's meals and did the grocery shopping, carrying a 20 lb infant in a carrier; pumped 8x for the baby's bottles; fed the baby about 10 bottles; fed the baby 5 servings of solids; made fresh papaya baby food; made lunch once; cooked dinner once; gave the baby a bath; took the baby on a long walk to the park and the petting zoo; did a load of dishes; cleaned the kitchen; changed all diapers but one.
So at the half-price bookstore on Saturday, I picked up a new game. I don't get to game very often, mostly because I don't have a lot of time. Yesterday, I installed the game. It's a Sims-type game, pretty fun. Yesterday evening, all I wanted was a little time to myself to play a game and veg out. DH didn't even take care of the baby for an hour before he was asking me to come out and help. I took care of the baby all day every day except for that one hour.
So then I finally got the baby to bed at 8, and sat down at the computer. I wanted to play for 2 hours and then go to bed. At 9, I hooked up my pump and was happily playing away. Then DH comes in and says, "I'm going to go lie down, when you're done can you come give me a backrub?" Now, granted, I had offered to give him a backrub a couple of days previously and then he kept forgetting to remind me to do it before I got into bed. But, last night, he meant that when I was done PUMPING, he wanted me to come give him a backrub. So basically after the long-ass day that I'd had, I had to cut my playtime short in order to give him a backrub.
I let him play on the computer all he wants. I don't get that opportunity hardly ever. He thinks that I sit around all day at home doing nothing. I'm WORKING. Yes, I sometimes take a nap on my lunch break. But I'm doing my job. I'm not just playing video games all day. I don't have time to do it. He gets home from work and gets on the computer. I go get the baby at 5 and spend the evening playing with him, feeding him, bathing him, etc. I'm lucky if DH will hold the baby while I'm fixing dinner.
I'm just frustrated at the inequality in our roles at the moment. I know that he grew up with a mom who did all of the housework and child-rearing, while his dad earned the money and then came home and sat around and read the paper. But he knows that I'm not that way, and that I expect help around the house. But I don't get it. If I want the living room cleaned, I do it all and then he vacuums. Is that fair? No. Two hours of work for me = 20 minutes for him.
Argh! I'm just annoyed.
Then when I was trying to get finished up and give him his stupid backrub, I went from the computer room to the kitchen to rinse my pumping gear, and stepped in cat vomit. And THEN I saw that he'd left the meat loaf I'd made just sitting in the crock pot. Hello? You can't put that in the fridge? So I had to do that, clear out the fridge shelf to put the crock on. Then I went into the bedroom and he was laying down waiting for the backrub, and I couldn't find the blue massager that we use, and I was getting mad and frustrated. THEN he started with the "you know what, just forget it." WHATEVER!! F.U.C.K!!!
*I* don't get backrubs. I throw my back out on a regular basis getting the baby in and out of our low-ass car, because he won't let me go get a minivan. We can afford it, but no. So I just suffer with my aches and pains while he complains about his and gets backrubs.
I'm just annoyed and I'll get over it. I think I'm PMS'ing.
Let's see, this past weekend, DH did the following: cooked 1 dinner; mowed the lawn; fed the baby one bottle; changed one diaper; did 3 loads of laundry (and that does not include putting the clothes away; he leaves that for me to do).
Here's what I did: planned the coming week's meals and did the grocery shopping, carrying a 20 lb infant in a carrier; pumped 8x for the baby's bottles; fed the baby about 10 bottles; fed the baby 5 servings of solids; made fresh papaya baby food; made lunch once; cooked dinner once; gave the baby a bath; took the baby on a long walk to the park and the petting zoo; did a load of dishes; cleaned the kitchen; changed all diapers but one.
So at the half-price bookstore on Saturday, I picked up a new game. I don't get to game very often, mostly because I don't have a lot of time. Yesterday, I installed the game. It's a Sims-type game, pretty fun. Yesterday evening, all I wanted was a little time to myself to play a game and veg out. DH didn't even take care of the baby for an hour before he was asking me to come out and help. I took care of the baby all day every day except for that one hour.
So then I finally got the baby to bed at 8, and sat down at the computer. I wanted to play for 2 hours and then go to bed. At 9, I hooked up my pump and was happily playing away. Then DH comes in and says, "I'm going to go lie down, when you're done can you come give me a backrub?" Now, granted, I had offered to give him a backrub a couple of days previously and then he kept forgetting to remind me to do it before I got into bed. But, last night, he meant that when I was done PUMPING, he wanted me to come give him a backrub. So basically after the long-ass day that I'd had, I had to cut my playtime short in order to give him a backrub.
I let him play on the computer all he wants. I don't get that opportunity hardly ever. He thinks that I sit around all day at home doing nothing. I'm WORKING. Yes, I sometimes take a nap on my lunch break. But I'm doing my job. I'm not just playing video games all day. I don't have time to do it. He gets home from work and gets on the computer. I go get the baby at 5 and spend the evening playing with him, feeding him, bathing him, etc. I'm lucky if DH will hold the baby while I'm fixing dinner.
I'm just frustrated at the inequality in our roles at the moment. I know that he grew up with a mom who did all of the housework and child-rearing, while his dad earned the money and then came home and sat around and read the paper. But he knows that I'm not that way, and that I expect help around the house. But I don't get it. If I want the living room cleaned, I do it all and then he vacuums. Is that fair? No. Two hours of work for me = 20 minutes for him.
Argh! I'm just annoyed.
Then when I was trying to get finished up and give him his stupid backrub, I went from the computer room to the kitchen to rinse my pumping gear, and stepped in cat vomit. And THEN I saw that he'd left the meat loaf I'd made just sitting in the crock pot. Hello? You can't put that in the fridge? So I had to do that, clear out the fridge shelf to put the crock on. Then I went into the bedroom and he was laying down waiting for the backrub, and I couldn't find the blue massager that we use, and I was getting mad and frustrated. THEN he started with the "you know what, just forget it." WHATEVER!! F.U.C.K!!!
*I* don't get backrubs. I throw my back out on a regular basis getting the baby in and out of our low-ass car, because he won't let me go get a minivan. We can afford it, but no. So I just suffer with my aches and pains while he complains about his and gets backrubs.
I'm just annoyed and I'll get over it. I think I'm PMS'ing.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
I weep on behalf of retail workers everywhere...
I just watched a segment on "Good Morning America." This woman went around to various department stores and asked for coupons, discounts, and better deals on various items.
At the end, she said "it pays...to have the guts to just ask for it."
Argh!!!
Here's the problem, lady. 50% of the people watching that segment will not go into a store and try to haggle a price nicely and saying "please" and "thank you." They're going to go in and start demanding free shit. We're going to start seeing a slew of posts in customers_suck about demanding customers coming in and bitching about not having a coupon, etc.
Also, she said that "getting to a manager is key." So now there's going to be all of these people going into stores and demanding a manager right away. If the poor associates try to ask why or what might be wrong (as they're probably trained to do), they're going to get bitched at for THAT.
She did say at the end of her segment that she was always polite and never nasty, but that part's not going to get through.
To all retail workers everywhere - I'm sorry. If I don't want to pay the sticker price for something, I just won't buy it. I commit here and now that I will never ask for someone to give me a coupon, or a discount. If I want a coupon, I can take my happy ass home and look in the paper. If I want a discount, I'll wait until there's a sale.
It's degrading for people to attack retail workers and demand free shit or discounts. It's also putting the manager in a bad position, because he/she wants to keep customers and not have any complaints lodged (because you KNOW these people would send a complaint if the store didn't give them a discount like the lady on "Good Morning America" said they would!).
Sit DOWN, GMA!
At the end, she said "it pays...to have the guts to just ask for it."
Argh!!!
Here's the problem, lady. 50% of the people watching that segment will not go into a store and try to haggle a price nicely and saying "please" and "thank you." They're going to go in and start demanding free shit. We're going to start seeing a slew of posts in customers_suck about demanding customers coming in and bitching about not having a coupon, etc.
Also, she said that "getting to a manager is key." So now there's going to be all of these people going into stores and demanding a manager right away. If the poor associates try to ask why or what might be wrong (as they're probably trained to do), they're going to get bitched at for THAT.
She did say at the end of her segment that she was always polite and never nasty, but that part's not going to get through.
To all retail workers everywhere - I'm sorry. If I don't want to pay the sticker price for something, I just won't buy it. I commit here and now that I will never ask for someone to give me a coupon, or a discount. If I want a coupon, I can take my happy ass home and look in the paper. If I want a discount, I'll wait until there's a sale.
It's degrading for people to attack retail workers and demand free shit or discounts. It's also putting the manager in a bad position, because he/she wants to keep customers and not have any complaints lodged (because you KNOW these people would send a complaint if the store didn't give them a discount like the lady on "Good Morning America" said they would!).
Sit DOWN, GMA!
Saturday, July 26, 2008
I don't get it.
So I decided to pick up this book "Twilight" that everyone's talking about.
I don't get it.
I'm the first to sit down and enjoy a good bit of vampire por... eh, literature. Gimme all of the bloodsucking smut and bodice-ripping immortal goodness. Really. But this book? None of those things.
First of all, Bella is a wimp. There, I said it. Half the book she's begging Edward not to leave her. Bwuh? I mean, I've been in the position to beg a guy not to leave, and I've done it with no shame (until the margarita-soaked evening later in the week, anyway), but a woman begging a man to leave isn't romantic. It's sad and pathetic. Yes, I know I just called myself sad and pathetic, but at least I own up to my sadness and patheticness and I don't call it romantic.
Secondly, I don't believe for a second that this girl is so beautiful, yet doesn't know it. She scampers into town, and suddenly she's got four boys panting after her? I say again, bwuh? And yet she thinks she's funny-looking and pale and ugly. What the fuck ever. Oh, and she's soooo clumsy and it's soooo embarrassing. Give me an everlovin' break. That doesn't endear her to me. It just makes me roll my eyes when she trips on air and collapses and needs Edward to come rescue her.
Is the rest of the series like this? Because I bought the second book, expecting of course the deliciousness that is vampire por... eh, literature ... and I dunno if I even want to bother reading it now.
If he had vamped her, well now that's a different story. Steamy vampire naked sexy goodness = teh win. But these two can't even do it. So is it three books full of wanton lusty looks and her hiding her face with her hair and his cold "sparkling" skin and no nooky whatsoever?
Why are people losing their shit over these books? Someone please explain it to me.
I don't get it.
I'm the first to sit down and enjoy a good bit of vampire por... eh, literature. Gimme all of the bloodsucking smut and bodice-ripping immortal goodness. Really. But this book? None of those things.
First of all, Bella is a wimp. There, I said it. Half the book she's begging Edward not to leave her. Bwuh? I mean, I've been in the position to beg a guy not to leave, and I've done it with no shame (until the margarita-soaked evening later in the week, anyway), but a woman begging a man to leave isn't romantic. It's sad and pathetic. Yes, I know I just called myself sad and pathetic, but at least I own up to my sadness and patheticness and I don't call it romantic.
Secondly, I don't believe for a second that this girl is so beautiful, yet doesn't know it. She scampers into town, and suddenly she's got four boys panting after her? I say again, bwuh? And yet she thinks she's funny-looking and pale and ugly. What the fuck ever. Oh, and she's soooo clumsy and it's soooo embarrassing. Give me an everlovin' break. That doesn't endear her to me. It just makes me roll my eyes when she trips on air and collapses and needs Edward to come rescue her.
Is the rest of the series like this? Because I bought the second book, expecting of course the deliciousness that is vampire por... eh, literature ... and I dunno if I even want to bother reading it now.
If he had vamped her, well now that's a different story. Steamy vampire naked sexy goodness = teh win. But these two can't even do it. So is it three books full of wanton lusty looks and her hiding her face with her hair and his cold "sparkling" skin and no nooky whatsoever?
Why are people losing their shit over these books? Someone please explain it to me.
Thursday, May 15, 2008
I can has hug?
Last week:
* Got yelled at by a coworker and now half the team isn't speaking to me. Manager worthless.
* My dad told me that he had tumors taken off and biopsied and they're full of his leukemia, so he has to go back to chemo. My poor daddy. He gets so small and frail when he's on chemo and.. well .. he's my daddy.
* Thursday DS started coughing. DH stayed home with him, took him to dr. Dr said it was just a cold.
* Saturday DS was miserable and screaming all day.
* Sunday - my first Mother's Day - DS was miserable and screaming again. *I* took him to the emergency clinic and spent several hours waiting. Dr told me it was a sinus infection and prescribed antibiotics. Our heathen cat takes medicine better than this baby.
* also Sunday - also on Mother's Day - I got a fever and was alternating chills and sweats. DH did not help me with sick baby. Inlaws postponed the MD celebration until this coming weekend.
This week:
* Monday - could not call in sick. Manager wouldn't let me. Too much to do. Very sick - feverish, bad cough.
* Tuesday - had to go in in the morning and work, but left after 3 hours to go to the dr. Manager told me that I can't be sick the rest of the week because I HAD to train with a lady whose last day is Friday. As if my being sick is something I could help.
* Still Tuesday - went to the emergency clinic, was planning on going home to sleep after that. An elderly woman in the waiting room had a heart attack and died. It was so sad. She'd been having chest pains in the morning but wanted to go to her granddaughter's birthday party.
* I have a sinus infection and have had it for a month, apparently. Finally got antibiotics for myself. Went home and napped for a short time (was at dr's for hours due to above, which absolutely could not be helped). DH came home, would not help me with sick baby.
* Wednesday, worked, very sick still. Had to wear a face mask because coworker training me didn't want to get sick as her son is getting married in 2 weeks (and I don't blame her a bit, but manager would not let me stay home).
* Wednesday night - DH had buddies over, would not cancel so he could help me with the baby. At least the baby is feeling better. I am not.
* Today - Sick as a dog. Have had 2 bouts of coughing that I didn't know if I'd recover. Chest is very painful. Finally went home (coworker is covering for me with manager).
* Also today - DH was informed that he's being laid off in November. He earns twice as much as I do.
I can has hug now?
* Got yelled at by a coworker and now half the team isn't speaking to me. Manager worthless.
* My dad told me that he had tumors taken off and biopsied and they're full of his leukemia, so he has to go back to chemo. My poor daddy. He gets so small and frail when he's on chemo and.. well .. he's my daddy.
* Thursday DS started coughing. DH stayed home with him, took him to dr. Dr said it was just a cold.
* Saturday DS was miserable and screaming all day.
* Sunday - my first Mother's Day - DS was miserable and screaming again. *I* took him to the emergency clinic and spent several hours waiting. Dr told me it was a sinus infection and prescribed antibiotics. Our heathen cat takes medicine better than this baby.
* also Sunday - also on Mother's Day - I got a fever and was alternating chills and sweats. DH did not help me with sick baby. Inlaws postponed the MD celebration until this coming weekend.
This week:
* Monday - could not call in sick. Manager wouldn't let me. Too much to do. Very sick - feverish, bad cough.
* Tuesday - had to go in in the morning and work, but left after 3 hours to go to the dr. Manager told me that I can't be sick the rest of the week because I HAD to train with a lady whose last day is Friday. As if my being sick is something I could help.
* Still Tuesday - went to the emergency clinic, was planning on going home to sleep after that. An elderly woman in the waiting room had a heart attack and died. It was so sad. She'd been having chest pains in the morning but wanted to go to her granddaughter's birthday party.
* I have a sinus infection and have had it for a month, apparently. Finally got antibiotics for myself. Went home and napped for a short time (was at dr's for hours due to above, which absolutely could not be helped). DH came home, would not help me with sick baby.
* Wednesday, worked, very sick still. Had to wear a face mask because coworker training me didn't want to get sick as her son is getting married in 2 weeks (and I don't blame her a bit, but manager would not let me stay home).
* Wednesday night - DH had buddies over, would not cancel so he could help me with the baby. At least the baby is feeling better. I am not.
* Today - Sick as a dog. Have had 2 bouts of coughing that I didn't know if I'd recover. Chest is very painful. Finally went home (coworker is covering for me with manager).
* Also today - DH was informed that he's being laid off in November. He earns twice as much as I do.
I can has hug now?
Monday, May 12, 2008
Our Mother's Day
What a weekend!
My first Mother's Day ever was ... interesting ...
It began on Friday when I picked Ian up at day care. Abby, our day care lady, had the kids make cute little flower bouquets for their mommies, complete with handprints. So sweet!
When I got home, I took Ian's picture with it:
Then, I was distracted and turned away for a second. The following ensued:
My son.
(Ian would like to interject at this point that "Momz is all wiggin' 'bout the flowers, yo. She so crazy.")
Then on Saturday, Ian woke up very cranky. He was coughing and snotting all over the place. By Sunday, he was miserable. He couldn't keep anything down. When he woke up, I got 5 oz into him. Then I got 5 oz over ME when he puked it all up. I then got another couple of oz into him, only to wind up wearing that as well (after my shower, of course - before my shower would be too easy!) Mmm, baby puke is so warm and runny.
We hemmed and hawed and looked in horror at the rectal thermometer, and tried to take his temperature underneath his arm and call it good. Then we called the pediatrician and they laughed at the n00b parents. They said, "No, seriously - rectal." We cringed and cried and finally did it. 101.4. Erm, yay.
I then spent a couple of hours of my Mother's Day in the waiting room of the Emergency Care clinic, trying desperately to appease a sick baby who wanted to eat and didn't understand what "no, you'll puke on me" meant.
The doctor (when we finally got in to see her) said that he has a sinus infection. Which is great - it means it's not something more serious. She gave us a prescription for antibiotics, so he's been taking those since about 2 pm on Sunday.
His fever broke around 8 last night, and we finally got him to bed.
Unfortunately for me, I came down with a fever as well yesterday. So in addition to watching a sick baby, I got to be sick myself. Joy!
I'm feeling a little bit better today, but not 100%. My fever must have broken during the night. I'm sure the Nyquil helped with that a bit. Sadly, I couldn't take the day off of work due to obligations. Trust me, I would have dearly loved to have stayed home and slept!
We're going to celebrate Mother's Day next Sunday instead.
And since this is my personal blog and my husband doesn't read it (I don't think) - can I just bitch about something for a minute?? When I went to take Ian to the doctor's, DH was all "if there's a prescription to pick up, just let me know and when you get back, I'll go get it." Then I got back - tired, hot, sweaty - and he was "cleaning" the living room. I say "cleaning" because his idea of cleaning is to pile everything on the coffee table, vacuum, and call it good - the pile of junk remaining on the coffee table to mock me.
Anyway, he said, "Is there a prescription?" I said "yup." He said, "Can you go get or do I have to...?" *sigh* Whatever, dear, I will go get the damn prescription.
So then I was feeling like shit, and I passed out on the couch. I woke up to a screaming baby and a screaming husband: "Can you WAKE UP and TAKE CARE OF HIM so I can get something to eat?!?!?!" Um, wha? Buh? Obviously, I'm not feeling well if I can sleep through the screams. Maybe just ignore it and make your stupid macaroni and cheese, and leave me out of it? But no. I had to get up and take care of the kid, even though *I* was the one to take him to the doctor, and *I* was the one who felt like crap. Happy Mother's Day, indeedy.
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