Last night Sassy was with her boys and Hubby looked at me and asked if I'd canceled the respite girl.
No, I had forgotten to and I said so. Sassy, knowing that we do not like our respite girl (because of so many reasons) added in that hopefully respite girl would call in sick.
I smiled, said that would be nice but I doubted that it would happen. She is scheduled for 6 hours at our place every week.
I figured that since respite girl hadn't been here for 3 weeks now, that she would surely show up today.
At 8:30 this morning the phone rings, it's the respite service, respite girl is sick and can't make it.
So, when I told Sassy that I thought she was wrong about the girl not coming I was wrong.
And I admit when I'm wrong.
The service wanted to know if I wanted a different girl to come.
No thanks. It's very stressful for me to have a new girl come all the time. I worry about handing my son over to their care, I have to sit there and show them how to feed him, I have to talk them through his care so it doesn't end up giving me a break at all, not really.
Hope that clears things up a bit.
The kids are heading back to school tomorrow. What this means is something big for me. Today I have to get my kids back on their school schedule (oh joy), I have to go back to making lunches again. I have to go back to waking up before the sun even thinks about climbing over the horizon, heck I'm up before the sun has even thought about opening his eyes.
The one thing I'm looking forward to tomorrow is being alone in the house.
For the first time in weeks I will be the only person in the house. It will be silent when I wish it, loud when I want and I will be able to get my work done without someone hanging on to me and getting in my way.
There is nothing worse than washing a floor, getting it all shiney and clean. Only to have some form of liquid beverage spilled on it minutes later.
I'm supposed to be starting my new lifestyle change tomorrow. But I wont be.
Half of my tooth fell off last night. You know, the tooth that's been bothering me, the one that I thought was only an inflammed gum. Well it's now missing half.
What this means is living hell for my mouth. Every breath I take feels like a huge mistake.
I would breath through my nose but the damn thing is clogged up, despite the large amounts of sinus medication I've taken. Damn colds!
So now I'm taking cold pills (which always mess with my little brain) and huge amounts of Tylenol. I'm having such a fun time right now.
Hubby is going to be calling around to some social services for me, trying to track down a dentist that will take me in and hopefully somehow manage to end this torment.
Notice I said Hubby?
That's because despite the fact that I'm suffering what might be the worse pain of my life (except when I gave birth to my 10lbs son with no epidural or pain killers of any type - thanks LB for ripping Mommy an new one!) I still can't make myself call a dentist.
I will go if I'm forced to, but I can't be the one forcing myself to go.
Yes, I am pathetic. Yes my mind is full of stupid phobia crap when it comes to dentists and I'm a schmuck that can't seem to put it aside and end this agony.
Hello, My name is Kat and I'm a dental loser!
3:07 a.m. - January 08, 2006
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