I’m starting to notice, this fine Monday morning, that perhaps this weekend wasn’t only dysfunctional for me and mine but for the world at large. The biggest news from the Internetz this morning seems to be one of two things:
- Motrin and their super-lame attempt at relating to moms. I didn’t see the ad so I can’t comment specifically on it except to say that it appeared that they pissed a WHOOOOOOLE lot of mamas off. Yikes.
- Target the $60 Britax Marathon carseat “sale” from yesterday. Will they honor all the sales? Or will they tell everyone to suckit? OY.
As for our family, I think we just had an off day yesterday. Which isn’t to say that we didn’t all have a good time and enjoy each other. But there were some rough patches mostly revolving around money and the lack thereof and Harry’s emotional issues and the way I can’t seem to leave him be. Nothing entirely major, but definitely blemishes in an otherwise nice day. Heck, it was SO nice that we actually made it to church! We hadn’t really realized it had been so long since we’d been but we figured yesterday that the last time we went was probably in August. I think it was the weekend before I got my iPhone. Wowzers.
I even got some hair color (which is where the money argument stemmed out of because I dared to purchase it out of the wrong account and then was made to feel like a second-class citizen for doing so (this is why I have a hard time spending money on myself anymore) (and then he dared to suggest that the diapers I bought the kids this month were for me and I tossed back a sarcastic, “Oh, I forgot. I totally wear those diapers when you’re not around.”). Still, the color came out great and I like it very much. Not enough for me to actually start liking my hair, but it helps me look in a mirror and not want to shave the whole thing off.
I’ve got a lot of concerns and issues and problems to stew over this week. I imagine it’s not going to be a very easy couple of days. Again, nothing terribly major but enough to kind of overwhelm me and make me want to fold in on myself. But on the other hand, I think we’re all rather used to me feeling that way, aren’t we? Plus, I’m thinking about taking bets on whether or not I’ll ever get my thyroid medication. I’ll warn you though, the odds aren’t looking good.
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First of all, you darn well better get your medication! It may be a gigantic pain to do, but you NEED it. Would you let the pediatrician get away with what your doctor is doing and one of your kids needed something? I think not. No double standards allowed, it sets a bad example!! I’ve been out of the western part of the country for too long – don’t tempt me to show up there and drag your butt to the doctor! You know I will.