Confessions and miscellany
Confession:
Michael Messer makes Noggin worth watching more hours a day than would be considered healthy for a child. He’s a member of the Dirty Sock Funtime Band (and toured with Hair) and I’m convinced he’s a strategically placed piece of eye-candy to keep the moms willing to not turn the channel. I’m telling you right now, I’d give him a reason for his No Good Reason Party and that would be to celebrate my fabulous self celebrating his fabulous self. Often. Repeatedly. All night. And day. And night again.
So anyway . . .
Miscellany:
There was a large, strong man wielding a sledgehammer outside my back door earlier today. The slab there sank on one side so much that you could see into the bottom of the neighboring slab and potentially harbor small rodents. What’s as concerning is that it doesn’t seem like there’s any dirt or fill under the next slab. We don’t know why. It could be that it was simply a shitty job. A cement company is working on my neighbor’s porch so I asked the owner if he’d give me a quote to fix the slab. His price was right and I said just go ahead with it. I had fancied throwing fill under there and raising it but who are we kidding? Jeff is at work all the time and while I could do a surprising amount of it, I’m always wrangling the kids and I’d have to call my friend Mike who would most definitely rather do anything but screw around with a concrete slab. He’d pretend to be happy to help but he’s a great guy that way.
The slabs were installed when the previous owner had the basement waterproofed. Well, actually the front half of the house. It makes no sense that they didn’t have the entire foundation waterproofed since it would seem it would otherwise make the foundation vulnerable but since we’ve had no problems (I can’t believe I just typed that–surely a jinx) I won’t complain too much. Anyhow, there’s fill rock under much of the sunken slab but it doesn’t seem like there’s any under the other one. I don’t know what the deal is exactly since I’m not out there hovering but I’m sure they’ll tell me. [Update: all seems well. The fill the waterproofers put underneath the slabs settled and caused the slab to sink. Phew.] I’m kicking myself for not taking a before picture but oh well.
Gracie is on the couch for day two of a fever and is staying home from school again. That poor girl looks miserable. She woke me this morning around 4am dry heaving and literally hugging the toilet. I convinced her to stop hugging the porcelain because, had she continued, I would have had to join her in her Technicolor yawn. ::shudder:: She has eaten a bit and drinks water from time to time so we’ll just ride it out at this point. If she’s still sick tomorrow I’ll have Jeff take her to the doctor. Poor baby.
It’s going to be a hot, muggy one today. A good friend of mine had her a/c take a crap and I really feel for her. The shittiest part is that her husband doesn’t work because of disability and she was just laid off so they don’t have the extra cash laying around to replace the unit. These are the times I wish I were rich–to help my friends. Sure, money isn’t everything but helping a friend in need is always a good thing.
I was looking in the mirror earlier and even by late morning I still had an imprint of the CPAP mask strap on the left side of my face. I strongly resembled Tony Montana. This bothers me. I’m not a normally vein person but it’s not thrilling to have a mark in my face that hasn’t gone away after four hours. I’m also tired of having to fumble with the damn mask in the middle of the night after having to rip it off to tend to some child-related emergency or to have to go to the bathroom. I usually lay there half-asleep trying to get it all put back together when all I want to do is go back to sleep. It’s ridiculous. I would like to say goodbye to my not-so-little friend.
My follow-up ENT appointment was this afternoon. She was surprisingly on time (I was actually in the examining room 15 minutes before my appointment). She took a look and since the meds haven’t helped over the last month and from what she saw on her examination, she wants a CT scan of my sinuses. She said something about seeing if there was disease behind the sinus area or something like that. I’m on a decongestant in addition to the other stuff now. I get the CT scan and see her in about a month. Depending on the results, we’ll talk about where to go from there. I guess that means if she sees something abnormal we’ll be talking about surgery. Whoopity-freakin-doo. Who has time for that?
The potential for sugary abuse returns tomorrow with another classroom birthday celebration–this time for Iain. Thankfully, the weekend will not bring another chocolate cream-filled, moist chocolate cake for me to savor with my daily dose of caffeinated goodness. I’m already thinking about the damn things and I may have to confine myself to the house and avoid all contact with the dealer–my husband. The problem with my plan is that he has to purchase said sugary divinity after dropping the kid(s) off at school and they have to remain in the house until approximately 11:45am at which time they will be delivered to the school. Lord, bring me strength. Or donuts. Eh, screw strength; donuts are all I can handle. Nothing good results when you pray for strength.
