Some weeks I should just stay in bed.
Like weeks that start out with me getting locked out of the house? Yep. Bed. Covers over my head. Stay there for a few days. When it subsides, get out of bed. TADA! WINNING!
Except there’s that whole “I have to be a responsible adult” thing that’s totally cramping my style.
I’d like to forget yesterday ever happened. I woke up feeling kinda ooky. I had my baby nephew for the day so I was a tad busy and didn’t even realize why I felt ooky. Towards the end of the day I went into the bathroom and realized “ZOMG THIS IS WHY I FEEL SO OOKY.” Because it huuuuuuurt to pee.
Yep. UTI. And naturally I didn’t realize it until after the doctor closed for the afternoon. So my choice was go to Urgent Care and sit FOR HOURS for them to say, “Yep! UTI!” and hand me a script or drink a sh*t-ton of fluids, wait until the morning and call first thing to get an appointment. On a Friday. I have better chances of hitting the lottery. I don’t play the lottery.
Anywho. UTI. I suffered through dinner and a nighttime Home and School Meeting and got home hoping to sit in a steaming hot bath for some relief and that’s when The Guy I Live With came downstairs to show me the Bugaboo’s ipad.
It looked like this:
You are looking at Bugaboo’s broken iPad. It still works (THANK YOU BABY JEBUS) but the screen has a teensy it of a crack to it. Ok, a lot.While I was at my meeting, Bugaboo took it up to bed. No biggy, right? Except The Guy I Live With went to check on him and found it like this. We THINK he tried to jam the button in too hard and ended up cracking the screen. At least that’s what it looks like. And before you say, “Otter Box!” He has DESTROYED TWO OF THEM. And they are no help for a broken button, yo. Just saying.
I figure that since three sh*tty things happened this week, we’re good, right? Right. Next week will be perfect.
(Except Bug Boy has been coming home every single day this week in tears. IT WAS THE WORST DAY EVERRRR because he is SO STRESSED OUT AND THERE’S TOO MUCH PRESSURE. Because he had speech and two music lessons in one day. And next week on his birthday he’ll miss four periods for practice for the winter concert next week. What kid COMPLAINS about missing class? My kid.That’s who. Oh, and he’s afraid of the new middle school violin teacher. Who is a sweet, sweet older woman.Only because he’s used to his old teacher of three years in elementary school. Sigh.)
(The good news is I got an appointment. Let’s hope they hook me up with some GOOD DRUGS)