This has been a hard week.  Partly because Evie is teething (I can finally feel the little buggers poking through her gums now!) and as such her sleeping has become a lot more schizophrenic.  Partly because Liam is acting every inch of TWO YEARS OLD and I’ve about had it with his constant boundary testing.  And partly because, well, I’m not taking thyroid medication.  Again.

So, I’m mentally cringing in anticipation of the accusations I’ll get from you guys.  I know I should have been more on top of things than I was.  But I just don’t know HOW I could have been.  I saw the doctor back at the beginning of August.  He prescribed me 100mg of meds, 100mg less than I was taking before Evie was born.  He had me go get my blood tested and sure enough, my levels were Not Good.  I forget the number now (maybe I put it in a post somewhere?  Far too lazy to go look for it), but it was fairly high.  The idea was I would get my blood tested again in September and go back in to see him a week after that and we would re-evaluate my meds then.

Hmm.  Riiiight.

The thing is, I cannot, cannot, take two small kids to get my blood drawn.  Not when one of those kids is Liam.  We don’t even have any labs near our house, it’s a good 20 minute drive to get to any lab.  It just can’t be done without additional adult assitance.  And Kile, well, he’s been busy at work.  He can’t really take a lot of time off.  It’s great that his job is so stable, don’t get me wrong.  We definitely don’t want to rock that boat.  So I haven’t pushed the issue.  In truth, I haven’t made it a priority.  And, to be honest, once I was able to get my blood drawn, I surely couldn’t go to the doctor with both kids either.

Basically, I’m trapped here at home with the kids.  I cannot leave with them so I cannot leave, period.

And, unfortunately, I’m feeling the effects of it.  My temper is short (not good when matched with Ornery Two Year Old), I’m easily frustrated, and I can tell that I’m circling the drain yet again.

So basically… when it comes to taking care of myself I am an Epic Fail.  And I just don’t know what I can do anymore to pull myself out of this hole.

So I’ve made no mystery of the fact that Charter Cable has been a sore in my side for the last week or two.  Probably longer than that, but if we want to be specific, it’s only been the last week that I’ve really been annoyed with them.

My irritation reached a fever peak on Tuesday night after the box went haywire JUST as the debate got underway.  Why did it go haywire, you ask?  It’s overheating.  AGAIN.  We’re constantly having to put ice packs on it to keep it cool.  And now, when it overheats, the picture goes static-y.  Case in point:

See that?  That was ABC.  As in a local station.  Now, while we haven’t been able to watch any channel above about 70 lately (including Noggin and HBO which is just WRONG), generally we could count on stations such as CNN, MSNBC, TLC, Nickelodeon, FX, etc and so forth.  But nope.  Starting Tuesday night, those channels were on the block.  And during the debate, we couldn’t get them at all.  All we could get was a static-filled ABC.  And it sounded like the candidates were trying to talk over a hurricane, such was the noise.

So… Kile called Charter again and made it plain that it appears the problem is the cable box itself.  The TV’s upstairs get just expanded basic cable, no box, and we haven’t had a single problem with them.  Nope, just this TV and this box.  So the lady agreed to replace our box.  We could have picked another MOXI box (NO THANK YOU!) or a regular DVR box.  I think you know what we picked.

So today, between 1 and 3pm, someone is going to come and fix my television.  HALLELUJAH!  And a choir of angels did sing unto the lord!

Friggin’ Charter.