Monthly Archives: February 2008

Flu Sucks


Ugh.  Matthew started running a fever on Sunday morning.  By Monday morning, Steve had it.  Late Monday morning, Michaela had it.  She cried and said she felt like she had a fever.  She did.  She asked to go to the doctor.  I took her.  Doc said we all had influenza, the wicked killer kind that everyone is getting.

He gave Steve and me samples of Tamiflu, and gave me scripts for all three kids, even though Shaya wasn’t sick yet, and neither was I.  Our prescription plan sucks ass [$100 deductible per person in the family, with no family maximum.  For those of you who are bad at math, or don’t know how many people we have in our family, that’s $500 deductible a year.  Heh.  We can’t afford that, but whatever.].  The co-pay after the deductible is supposed to be that we pay 40% but that doesn’t happen every time.  It’s only certain drugs, and naturally, my family sometimes needs meds that aren’t covered [non-formulary, whatever the fuck that means…I think it means they’re cheap bastards, but that’s just MHO].

So anyway, the bill for Tamiflu for just my kids?  $200.  If he hadn’t had samples, I couldn’t have gotten Steve’s and my prescriptions filled.  That shit’s expensive!  And I honestly don’t know if it did anything, but whatever.

Tuesday morning, Shaya was sick.  I took care of everyone in the house.  By Tuesday evening, Steve was coherent again, as was Matthew.  Michaela was getting better, too.  Shaya was still dying [she and Michaela threw up with this stuff, Matt had diarrhea and coughed his head off, and Steve was mostly coughing and aching bad enough that he just lay there and moaned most of not fun for me]

Wednesday evening, after everyone was mostly recovered [except Shaya] the adventure began for me.  Aches, pains, some coughing, a little nausea, and today, diarrhea.  Let it be known that I hurt like hell, but refused to moan.  I even got up in the middle of the night to get my own medicine [it’s easier that way, trust me].

Steven is almost perfect as a husband.  His reaction to his own illnesses takes away a couple of ‘perfection points.’  There are a couple of other things that drive me nuts [like why the hell has he been watching Walker, Texas Ranger lately?  I think he does it to torture me.  That definitely shaves off a couple more points!] but I didn’t come here to tell you this!  The Walker thing is actually cute, even though it reaches new levels of annoying [is Chuck Norris the world’s WORST actor or what?!?] And everyone is looking pretty shitty through these flu-dimmed eyes of mine.  So don’t take it personally, Stevie.  You know how much I love you! [and I did say, truthfully, that he’s almost perfect.  Way better than I ever thought of being, which I am currently proving by bitching, eh?].

I’ve been thinking for a while about writing a post, but damn.  All I want to do is be a bitch and gripe about stuff.  I’ve got snark, sarcasm, and meanness coming out my ears, and rather than plague you nice people with it, I’m going to sigh and sign off for now.

See you soon, I hope!



I wrote a post.  I lost it.  I am bereft.  Well, actually, I’m pissed off.  I don’t have any freaking way to get it back, and now I’m out of time to write!

I’ll have to try again later.  Grrrrrrr.  😡

Princess Tea Party


My friend Lindsay hosted a ‘Princess Tea Party’ for her, me, and my girls. We had wonderful finger foods: tuna fish sandwiches, hot tea, soup, home made bread, muffins, and brownies, and a beautiful table setting with fancy plates, teacups, pretty spoons, and a table runner [even had a candle!]. Shaya and Michaela dressed up like princesses for the tea, and then we did makeovers. We did make up and hairstyles, and wow, were we beautiful.

Lindsay and I did the girls’ hair and make up, and then let the girls fix their own. It was something to behold, but they had a wonderful time, putting every color of make up we owned on their faces at once!

Then, because we’re girls, too, Lindsay did my make up, and I did her hair, and it was like being a kid again, and I had a wonderful time! The girls were perfectly behaved, and the four of us were girlfriends, and not just friend, mother and daughters.

Shaya will be ten this month [have I mentioned that before? It’s surreal to have a tween in my house, complete with hormonal mood swings, hot flashes, and heart palpitations.] I feel like I’ve missed a lot with her, because I’ve spent so much of her life struggling with depression. But kids are amazing, and Shaya is no exception. She’s growing into a beautiful young lady, both inside and out, and I am in awe that God has blessed me with knowing her.

She dressed up like a rock star for school this morning [spirit week] so we did hair and makeup this morning, too. When she came home, she still had makeup on, and she looked a lot older than she is. There’s a reason we don’t do makeup in this family! She completely blew me away with how pretty she is [and I fully admit I’m biased].

Michaela was so sweet and ladylike tonight. She loved fixing her hair and doing her makeup, and even sat still the whole time Lindsay was curling it! She’s four, so that’s quite a feat! My girls are girlie girls through and through. Which is really kinda funny since I’m not sure where they get it. My ‘princess’ getup was jeans and a t-shirt over Steve’s under armor that I stole [because it’s freaking cold here! and I’m not giving them back until it’s at least fifty degrees outside!].

I noticed tonight that I’m starting to get some wrinkles. I guess I shouldn’t complain, I’m 34 and they’re just starting to become visible. I think I might need to see about getting some kind of moisturizer or something and see if I can keep them from getting any worse for a while, though.

But then, if I let them keep coming, I won’t get carded anymore. Not that I have much need anymore to go to a place where I would get carded. Still, I’m old enough now that it’s really flattering when someone says, “You don’t look old enough to have three kids.” That one is my absolute favorite.

With buying alcohol or cigarettes, there’s always the chance that the person really thinks you’re freaking old and they’re trying to be nice and ‘flatter the old person.’  With someone expressing shock that you’re old enough to have a bunch of kids, it feels more spontaneous and real, so it makes me soooooo happy to hear it! Yes, I’m shamelessly bragging like a fiend, now. Forgive me, it’s late.

So anyway, I had a great night with my girls and my friend Lindsay. Steve had a good night with Shannon and the boys [I think. They ate about a ton of pizza and played video games. That’s fun for guys, right?].

Now I’m freaking tired, though. I gotta sleep. Peace out.