I should be glue
Thursday night I woke in the middle of the night and my throat hurt so much that I could barely swallow. Earlier in the day my ENT took a look and said she didn’t see anything going on but obviously not being able to swallow without pain is, well, a problem. By the time I called my regular doctor’s office for an appointment the next day, they were all booked but suggested that I come to the evening clinic to be seen. So, I went.
It seems I have bronchitis yet again and the drainage is irritating my throat. That’s an understatement. The doctor wanted to know how I walk around with this stuff all the time and I simply told her that I don’t have time to be sick. Seriously. Jeff is usually working all sorts of screwy hours and my mom’s pain is different day to day so I can’t rely on her to be able to watch the kids if I’m sick or need to go to the doctor. And I’m not the only one who knows what it’s like; I can’t swing a cat without hitting a mom or a dad who simply has no time to do things for themselves because they are too busy caring for the rest of the world. But, that’s just how it goes. You do whatcha gotta do. Anyhow, I came home with another Z-Pack and some stuff to break up the congestion to add to my delicious med cocktail.
Gracie is better now, thank goodness. I’m guessing she just had a virus of some sort since she really didn’t have any other symptoms of illness.
The kids were climbing the walls today. It’s been raining pretty hard on and off and is supposed to continue tomorrow. Honestly, it’s fine with me. We don’t have plans to go anywhere and if I’m not doing anything then neither should anyone else. My misery deserves company.
My five year-old point and shoot has finally bit the dust and it was sadly a premature death at that. I was looking for it all over because I had used it and had pictures on it that I wanted to upload to my computer. Couldn’t find it. Looked and looked. I finally found it yesterday wedged in under the cushion of the Big Chair in such a way that it apparently killed the whole thing. I don’t know how because I don’t see any apparent damage but with two sets of batteries I haven’t been able to make it come back to life. I’ll try a third set when I’m done recharging some tonight and if they don’t work then I’m not sure what more can be done.
Getting it fixed would be stupid. It’s a 3.2 MP camera that is horribly outdated. I would still be using it, though, if it were still alive. It took decent snapshots and that’s what I mostly take these days. I’m not one to try and compose the most bestest picture in the whole entire intergoogle with my semi-pro camera when it’s for snapshots of running kids doing goofy things while I’m out somewhere. I can’t lug that dSLR everywhere I go if I’m trying to wrangle three kids or even just the three year-old.
I see some mothers take it way too far. It’s like the mothers who buy their kids a million high-end clothes or spend too much time making their homes look BH&G-ready rather than relaxing with their kids. These mothers buy cameras they don’t even know how to operate, dress their kids up and try and pretend they are professional photographers for every snapshot. It’s silly. And then you get the obnoxious bunch that think after a couple/few months that they are ready to hang their shutter. I’m starting to see every yahoo watermarking their snapshots as if they had something worth stealing. If I had a dime for every time my eyes rolled out of my head and back in after reading about some MWAC (mom with a camera) spending her entire tax refund on things she didn’t know how to use in the hopes of hitting it rich and being the next great American baby photographer. Relax, ladies. Your kids aren’t going to love you any less if you take decently composed and clear snapshots rather than try to nail frame-ready knock-offs of Audrey Woulard (who, by the way, can not be duplicated so stop trying please–develop your own style already!).
My mom and I had our hair appointments today so we had brunch at Charly’s beforehand. It was, of course, very delicious. We had our hair done and did lots of talking. I felt bad because I almost never have time to help her clean her house out properly (i.e. for a good stretch of time sans rats) and she feels guilty because she hasn’t been able to do it all herself. I think in the back of her mind she thinks she’s being lazy. I told her that was nonsense. How we feel doesn’t really matter because the fact is that we have to get it done. I was in a foul mood by the time I got home today because it was upsetting me that my mother is feeling guilty for not getting the house in shape by herself as if she has control over her pain and health.
