Walking ... and not killing my children.

Went to Costco with DisGrace, her three children, and my two monkeys. We raced around the store (she was in a hurry) and grabbed a bite to eat. Then, she had to take Gramma to the doctor, so she took Dizzy with her and I took her older kids home with me to drop off frozen/fridge food, then to Wal-Mart.

Oy.

We got there at 1:30, just as everyone at the pharmacy was going to lunch. They would be back at 2. So we shopped, went back to the pharmacy, and dropped off the prescriptions. Walked around the store some more, went back to the pharmacy. Still not done. Made the kids go away and torment each other somewhere else. Talked to DisGrace, asked her to send hubby to my house at 3.

He got there before me.

So did my hubby.

I'm ready for bed now, but sadly I have to work.

BUT I'm counting the jaunts around the parking lots and both stores as my walk today.

And upon returning home, I promptly drank two bottles of water. i'm sure I'll have to pee soon, but at least I'm hydrating again.

Prank calls and telemarketers

Wanna make telemarketers uncomfy? Try THIS.

My friend's brothers used to tell the telemarketers that their daddy had just died and would then sob hysterically before hanging up on them ... the calls significantly cut down after they started doing that ...

I was a telemarketer in a former life ... for a chiropractor. I called businesses and spoke to employers. I did NOT interrupt people at dinner. I did NOT insist "I just need a few minutes of your time ..."

The ONE THING I love about my unpublished, unlisted, VOiP phone number is that I *never* get telemarketing calls.

Hubby was a telemarketer before his mission. I forgave him for it and we got married anyway.

I walked!

Okay, so I did the "uber cheesy" 1-mile walk video. But I did it. I actually have walked a couple times outside this week in the heat and mugginess of the valley. No wonder I'm getting a migraine ...

Anyway. I haven't really exercised for like a month. Stress gets to me and I eat and quit exercising. Which is stupid, since the best way to combat stress is the opposite: Eat healthier and move your body.

At least I did it today. And hopefully I can remember the above lesson during the upcoming weeks: I have an eye doc appt this afternoon for my Lasik preop, the Lasik is the next week, and then we're going camping, and then the next week my little bother and his wife and baby are coming for a visit from Japan ... and the week after that, my oldest bother and his wife and kids plus my parents are all coming, and Munchkin and one of my nephews are getting baptized. Then, two days later, Small Fry goes home. At some point between the camping trip and her flight, we have to go school clothes shopping for both girls. And her mother better call me back so we can get her ON the flight. Gah. School is back in on August 7 for Small Fry and August 21st for Munchkin.

So, there's the rest of the month and into August laid out for you.

"I'm bipolar and heavily medicated"

Munchkin's friend's dad told me that the first time we met. My response? "How 'bout the girls play here."

Hubby is bipolar. He's not medicated. But we did just go to the doctor for meds and he's going to the therapist again today. The therapist recommended one drug, and the doc recommended he try something different. So we left with an RX for a mood stabilizer, samples for a mood lifter, and samples of a sleeping pill for him to try when he's NOT going to work the next morning.

He's supposed to be on the mood stabilizer for two days then start the others ... but because of a mixup in our bank accounts, we have to wait until Friday to fill the Rx. So, we wait. But I'm hopeful this will help him get more stable. And not make him MEAN like my herbals did.

Autobots

Hubby and I both wanted to see Transformers -- lemme just say, it's way cooler than the cartoons.

At our home teacher's suggestion, we took the girls. He and his wife had taken their autistic son who is very sensitive to violence and noise, and he rather enjoyed it. Since Munchkin is also sensitive to violence, we figured it would be safe. Well.

Some of the previews (chuck and larry?) will probably lead to conversations with Munchkin, who doesn't know anything about gay people.

And yes, there was a LOT of violence, but no blood as it was mostly machines pounding on each other. Even when people died, there was no blood, which is what Munchkin is mostly sensitive to. She LOVED it. So did the rest of us. And neither of the girls woke us up in the night with nightmares. But even I had dreams about talking cars that turn into robots.

There were some swear words, the girl doesn't dress all that modestly, and a rather uncomfortable discussion in the boy's room with his parents (mostly his mother) about masturbation, i.e., Sam's Happy Time. Could have done without those things, which will probably lead to more uncomfortable discussions with Munchkin, but it was a pretty good movie overall.

Okay, this has got to suck.

I'm so getting fired for this. *crossing fingers* hopefully not.

"When I asked about psychiatric history, he had very little to say other than to tell me that his brain has been sent by fax or scan to Australia and he would like to know if it is back yet."

Now, I honestly had to laugh at this. Poor patient.

At least my day doesn't suck that bad. hehehehehe

So hubby wants to quit his job. I told him to find a new one and then quit. We worked on his resume at 2 this morning. I haven't had much sleep obviously. And today, I'm getting all the psych reports. Those days have two effects on me.

1. It makes me feel better about my own brain to know that I, in fact, could be crazier.

2. It wears me out emotionally, listening to all these poor peoples' problems. Like the patient above. Or the one who thinks he's Jesus reincarnated, but has AIDS and (as the doctor said) those two items are incompatible. Or the battered women who end up hurting themselves to get some attention and acknowledgement that something isn't right in their world.

So I'm sleepy for lots of reasons. At least hubby was finally able to tell me what was bothering him -- poor guy. thought i'd panic and freak out on him for wanting to quit his job. heck, i want to quit my job on a regular basis, but i don't. So I'm hoping I don't get fired. But sometimes the "nuts" make me laugh. And/or cry. And sometimes, I have to tell *someone* about it. I may have to look for a new job anyway, esp. if he leaves his. We'll no longer have good insurance, so I'll have to do something different since our insurance sucks. And, being a heart patient who has to have yearly followup and wants to have babies, we NEED insurance. Oy.

Moved my office into the bedroom yesterday -- Small Fry and Munchkin need space from each other. And we'd intended to turn the office into a nursery. And my brother is coming from Japan, so we're letting (making) them stay here a couple days and needed a guest room of sorts. So .... the office is in a corner in the bedroom. It's quiet in here, away from the other computer and the TV. I like it. Hopefully it works long-term.

And that's all my ramblings today. I need to get ready to go to the temple with CC. Yay for the temple!

Flashes From the Funny Farm

Okay, so the other day, Small Fry said her mom told her to shave her underarms but she told her no, and I was like, "do you have hair there?" so she showed me. I didn't say anything, but got a razor out of my stash, handed it to her, and said, "go put this away." We made the kids have showers Saturday night, and she was all proud of herself when she came out. "Look Mom! I shaved and then put on deodorant and didn't even cut myself!" Her mom seemed upset that I actually got her to wear a bra. Can't wait to hear about the underarm hair.

Laundry: When I'm working full time, I'm not the best housekeeper. I admit this fully. After my surgery when I was mostly recovered and only working part time, the house looked much better. But now? I don't get the laundry put away at once, my kitchen is a wreck right now, the office is the messiest room in the house right this moment, etc. If the kids don't get the laundry in the hamper, it doesn't get washed. Period. That's my rule. So Small Fry has no clothes to wear because she didn't get them in the hamper. And she only brought like 3 outfits. To be fair, Munchkin has a zillion clothes, a lot of the handmedowns from cousins and others. I got out another hamper for Small Fry to use by herself so I can do her laundry separate from Munchkin's.

PMS: I finally started my period Saturday night. The cramps hit me that night and continued yesterday and with that and my rotten/PMS mood, I made Small Fry make dinner last night for her and Munchkin -- she made ramen. They could've had some leftover chicken, too, but didn't. Anyway, I was in so much pain yesterday, which an Aleve and two Midol weren't touching, I just kind of wandered around moaning. It just wasn't the best day. I asked Small Fry if her mom gets cramps with her periods (the lucky women don't), and she said she didn't know and had never noticed. So I explained that I get really bad cramps the first day of my period. She said her mom only has one-day periods. Can I shoot her yet? the mom. not the small fry. My PMS blew the roof off the house last night in conjunction with hubby's worst bipolar crash since we've been together. He's usually not mean to me, even when he's crashing, but last night ... oh my gosh ... horrible horrible night. I'm better right now, but I don't know how he is since he's at work.

Hubby and I both have mixed feelings about my period arriving, with both of us being both relieved and sad I'm not pregnant (I was 5 days late -- I think the miscarriage messed me up). It means I can get my eyes zapped next week (YAY!), but I am getting more and more baby hungry. *sigh* Hubby stopped at his parents' house on the way home from work Saturday and his dad started lecturing him about why people get married (to have babies) when hubby finally told them we'd had a miscarried. FIL said, "It's 7 times harder on the woman to get over that. You get home and take care of your wife." And kicked him out. hahahaha.

We decided the girls need to sleep in separate rooms and we are going to move my office into our bedroom, and Small Fry will then be sleeping in my office. I don't know how we'll do it once we do have a baby, but that's quite a ways away since we have to try to NOT get pregnant until January. So I cleaned up a huge part of the master bedroom last night after the cramps calmed down -- Small Fry helped. I'm going to have the kids both help me move the furniture around after lunch.

The good news is that I do still love my husband and our kids. We're okay. I'm just worn out and can't wait for my vacation next weekend.