"You say I'm selfish, I agree with you on that."
My vacation thus far:
Friday - Met up with Jenn for steak (YUM) Walked the mall after stuffing ourselves silly. Ran into an old friend. Though I dare say she didn't recognize me, or perhaps my not talking made her uncomfortable. I don't think it was a secret that I hate being surprised by people in public. I get weird and quiet. And sometimes shaky. It's awesome. We hit the hot tubs and life was fantastic. The boys got home shortly after I did, Ben had won the tournament, so our night was damn good overall.
Saturday - My concert! Oh, the concert. I LOVED it. It was loud, it was awesome, it was made further better by them allowing us to take our beers out onto the McDonald Theater floor. So we could drink and enjoy. Before the concert, we hit the Horsehead and got dinner. Also, ran into Sidney and Patrick. And Zac too. When I am at the bar and have been drinking and run into someone? I'm "2 drink Desiree", who can handle any unexpected situation with finesse (at least in my mind).
Plus Sidney could never make me uncomfortable. Her and I had a long conversation about children's lit since my child seems to devour books. I walked away with some very good ideas from her and Patrick. Written down even so I don't have to remember them all. lol.
Sadly, I missed Heather's birthday party. Damn timing.
But when I got home that night I was pretty damn happy.
This was going to be the best vacation EVER.
Sunday - Pretty normal. We went grocery shopping, the boys made me laugh and Derek made me irritated at least once. Again, pretty normal. We walked home in a sudden downpour, so that was a bit frustrating. Heh.
Monday - Ben thinks he may be getting a sore throat. I tell him I will punch him if he makes me sick. I do all the dishes in an effort to actually be helpful while on vacation...I start to feel a sore throat while doing them.
Tuesday - My throat is sorer, my irritation is at an all time high, Ben is endlessly playing computer games on the computer, I keep clearing my throat louder and louder, so he finally gives me a chance to get lost on MySpace. For a bit.
Then he tells me that he thinks he may have a problem with one of his teeth and that he should call a doctor. Oh good. He doesn't have insurance, but when your teeth hurt, you should probably call a dentist. I frantically think of ideas for the rest of the day and any time I wake up in the middle of the night. Am determined that I shall never have any money again. Must make dental payments for the rest of life.
Also thinking how this is the WORST vacation ever.
Wednesday - Wake up thinking that maybe we could get that little piece of paper saying we are "domestic partners" and then I could put him on my dental insurance. It's not perfect and will still probably cost a bit, but better than doing it sans insurance. My dreams of taking a vacation with Jenn in the spring are not completely lost now. Since I've come up with some sort of conclusion beyond call a dentist, we'll be fucked for life, he now feels better. And his sore throat is better.
He feels better enough to want to go out for Magic. I'm alternately torn between being happy for him and wanting to seriously punch him.
While freaking out over non-insurance (which will have to be resolved at some point, I'm sure) I'm coughing and sputtering and NOT feeling better.
Thursday - I think I feel a bit better though my nose keeps issuing nastiness and my throat is not 100%. It's not even 75 at this point. But it's something. Ben is out present shopping, Derek managed to con his friend into taking him out to dinner so I'm in a quiet house debating on if I would like a rum and coke.
I think I would.
PS. To add to my best vacation/worst vacation scenario, I've decided I LOVE Sailor Jerry's rum and now everywhere in Oregon seems to be OUT of it. Only that kind of rum of course.
PSS. I'm betting money that my child was on a skateboard today without a helmet. I have no proof, so I'm going to pretend like kids don't misbehave and do shit like that. Especially since I can't prove it.
I'm not gonna make it until he's 18. There will be a nervous breakdown first. I'm the mom yelling down the street about how he shouldn't run with his hands in his pockets. That just seems like common sense to me, not so to him.
One last thing. I'm going to bet I'll feel fine when it's time to go back to work. I'm so pissed off right now. Like Cartman. ><
I have like a MONTH of sick time and when I take vacation days I get sick. I'm unlucky like that.
Friday - Met up with Jenn for steak (YUM) Walked the mall after stuffing ourselves silly. Ran into an old friend. Though I dare say she didn't recognize me, or perhaps my not talking made her uncomfortable. I don't think it was a secret that I hate being surprised by people in public. I get weird and quiet. And sometimes shaky. It's awesome. We hit the hot tubs and life was fantastic. The boys got home shortly after I did, Ben had won the tournament, so our night was damn good overall.
Saturday - My concert! Oh, the concert. I LOVED it. It was loud, it was awesome, it was made further better by them allowing us to take our beers out onto the McDonald Theater floor. So we could drink and enjoy. Before the concert, we hit the Horsehead and got dinner. Also, ran into Sidney and Patrick. And Zac too. When I am at the bar and have been drinking and run into someone? I'm "2 drink Desiree", who can handle any unexpected situation with finesse (at least in my mind).
Plus Sidney could never make me uncomfortable. Her and I had a long conversation about children's lit since my child seems to devour books. I walked away with some very good ideas from her and Patrick. Written down even so I don't have to remember them all. lol.
Sadly, I missed Heather's birthday party. Damn timing.
But when I got home that night I was pretty damn happy.
This was going to be the best vacation EVER.
Sunday - Pretty normal. We went grocery shopping, the boys made me laugh and Derek made me irritated at least once. Again, pretty normal. We walked home in a sudden downpour, so that was a bit frustrating. Heh.
Monday - Ben thinks he may be getting a sore throat. I tell him I will punch him if he makes me sick. I do all the dishes in an effort to actually be helpful while on vacation...I start to feel a sore throat while doing them.
Tuesday - My throat is sorer, my irritation is at an all time high, Ben is endlessly playing computer games on the computer, I keep clearing my throat louder and louder, so he finally gives me a chance to get lost on MySpace. For a bit.
Then he tells me that he thinks he may have a problem with one of his teeth and that he should call a doctor. Oh good. He doesn't have insurance, but when your teeth hurt, you should probably call a dentist. I frantically think of ideas for the rest of the day and any time I wake up in the middle of the night. Am determined that I shall never have any money again. Must make dental payments for the rest of life.
Also thinking how this is the WORST vacation ever.
Wednesday - Wake up thinking that maybe we could get that little piece of paper saying we are "domestic partners" and then I could put him on my dental insurance. It's not perfect and will still probably cost a bit, but better than doing it sans insurance. My dreams of taking a vacation with Jenn in the spring are not completely lost now. Since I've come up with some sort of conclusion beyond call a dentist, we'll be fucked for life, he now feels better. And his sore throat is better.
He feels better enough to want to go out for Magic. I'm alternately torn between being happy for him and wanting to seriously punch him.
While freaking out over non-insurance (which will have to be resolved at some point, I'm sure) I'm coughing and sputtering and NOT feeling better.
Thursday - I think I feel a bit better though my nose keeps issuing nastiness and my throat is not 100%. It's not even 75 at this point. But it's something. Ben is out present shopping, Derek managed to con his friend into taking him out to dinner so I'm in a quiet house debating on if I would like a rum and coke.
I think I would.
PS. To add to my best vacation/worst vacation scenario, I've decided I LOVE Sailor Jerry's rum and now everywhere in Oregon seems to be OUT of it. Only that kind of rum of course.
PSS. I'm betting money that my child was on a skateboard today without a helmet. I have no proof, so I'm going to pretend like kids don't misbehave and do shit like that. Especially since I can't prove it.
I'm not gonna make it until he's 18. There will be a nervous breakdown first. I'm the mom yelling down the street about how he shouldn't run with his hands in his pockets. That just seems like common sense to me, not so to him.
One last thing. I'm going to bet I'll feel fine when it's time to go back to work. I'm so pissed off right now. Like Cartman. ><
I have like a MONTH of sick time and when I take vacation days I get sick. I'm unlucky like that.
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