Again with the WTH

I didn't intend on making this a regular feature because who wants to hear someone rant all the time? But as this is a blog of our lives, I feel the need to chronicle the bad as well as the good. Consider it my public diary. Someday I can look back on these things and know exactly when certain events happened because I wasn't afraid to whine every now and then.

Feel free to leave if you need to.

How 'bout them Stillers? That winning high lasted exactly 10 minutes after the game ended. I cleaned up the living room, turned off the computer, and headed into the kitchen. The food I had eaten previously that evening suddenly turned my stomach by the smell. It was an instant nausea, much like pregnancy. Remember that? And NO. I'm not. Don't even ask. I asked Sam to clean up the leftovers, then proceeded to get better acquainted with the toilet for several hours. Me and the upstairs Jon are quite close now. I kinda wish that we weren't. Thankfully the kids were in school the next day so that I could recover in peace.

Midday, Sam came home from work. While I thought he was being all sweet and caring and was here just to wait on my every need, in reality he wasn't. His grandfather was killed in a car accident. This gets a big WTH because death is never fun. Or easy.

Micah's insurance denied the payment of his speech device. This is the insurance that mostly covers everything. The reasoning? We didn't have enough documentation that it's medically necessary. We cited one trial and they need three. The good news? He's tried 3 different devices, so we're covered. The bad news? We've gotta start the paperwork all over again. This is beyond WTH at this point. I knew it'd take a few months, but I was thinking maybe 3 of them. It's been 5 already. In light of the upcoming funeral, Mama Bear is a bit subdued over this, but if they start yanking my chain I'll turn on them in a hurry. I'll have to figure out exactly which them to turn on first, but I can guarantee it'll be ugly. I think.

Denny's offered a free Grand Slam breakfast to everyone in America today. I'm all over free. I called a friend of mine to go with because breakfasting alone sometimes smacks of desperation. Plus food is always better with a friend. My dear friend wasn't feeling well and not only had to back out, but asked me to stay on standby to rush her to the ER if need be. Thankfully that didn't happen and she was OK, but she did visit her Doc to be sure.

And here's a WTH - how can one spend hours hugging the toilet and an entire day not eating, and still gain a pound? Where is the fairness of that?! *sigh* It's one of those weeks. And it's only Tuesday.

Remember how our fridge had that problem with the ice blockage, and the water drainage, and the whole headache thing going on? And how we fixed it and nearly lost the contents of the freezer, but thanks to January weather in PA it was all saved? The problem is back. So much for fixing it. Stupid fridge.

On the bright side, I think, I closed the shop today. It's only temporary so don't go all postal on me. I'm catching up on orders and allowing myself time to create new things, so that's good. Now if only I can actually find the time to do them.

You know what's wonderful about having little kids? Nothing is so bad that a good huggle can't cure.



*Disclaimer - my kid does not have a permanently snot encrusted face. The two pictures I've been shameless enough to post were taken on the same day, within the same hour even. Sometimes snot happens and you just can't keep up with it. And sometimes kids are happier crusty than being chased down and held in a headlock every 108 seconds.