Yesterday was a day from HELL, I tell you. HELL! All started out fine. I did the work thing, went to the lab during my lunch hour to take a PG test to confirm I am not, I repeat, NOT pregnant as necessary for my HSG test later in the day. I returned to work for a few hours, picked up Chris and mosied to Landstuhl for the test.
Total awesomeness! The test was horrible. It hurt almost as bad as the pain of contractions. Fitting, I suppose as that is the objective. Anyway, survived. (I updated the post "ANSWERS" for those of you wanting to know specifics on that end.)
Returned to work, watched Claire run her laps for marathon club-23 to be exact. Wore me out just watching.
Headed off base to pick up Mya at school. On my way, heard a phone ringing. Couldn't find the phone. Finally did. Called the person back. Discovered the caller was the GM dealership who was fixing our car--headlight and checkup. The car needs work, apparently, "extensive work." Of course, the warranties all expired while we were in Korea. Total awesomeness again! The parts will take 2-3 weeks to be shipped here. The car is usable, but will cost us an arm and a leg to fix unless GM will give us a break. The story is yet to unfold.
Finally arrived at school to pick up Mya only to find her in a pull up. Awesomeness for the THIRD time today. She was tickled pink to be in a pull up. I was livid, but partially to blame. She messes around in her backpack constantly. Apparently, she took out her spare undies and pants, so she was wearing extras from the school. Why they went to a pull up vs. undies is not known, but it was quite a struggle getting her out of them. She loves pull ups. Always has. I resorted to throwing all the extras in our house out, as she loved to put them on! What a kid! Anyway, on my way out, I was NOT in a good mood as I was having cramps from the HSG and quite honestly, on the verge of a mental/emotional meltdown when the new assistant director stopped me to ask "did they inform you of what happened." Ummm, no. Anyway, I was rude. I probably should apologize. It was totally me, I know that,but really....what is there to tell?? My kid is in pull ups. I am not a rocket scientist, but I can gather that she must have had an accident??!! The question is WHY? She is nearly 4 years old??!!! Whatever.
The drama was over, I was crabby. I called my parents. Life is better. Chris shaved the mustache, furlough intents have been issued though I haven't received mine yet, my outlook has improved as I look forward to my time off, and I feel good once again. What a difference a day makes ;)
Total awesomeness! The test was horrible. It hurt almost as bad as the pain of contractions. Fitting, I suppose as that is the objective. Anyway, survived. (I updated the post "ANSWERS" for those of you wanting to know specifics on that end.)
Returned to work, watched Claire run her laps for marathon club-23 to be exact. Wore me out just watching.
Headed off base to pick up Mya at school. On my way, heard a phone ringing. Couldn't find the phone. Finally did. Called the person back. Discovered the caller was the GM dealership who was fixing our car--headlight and checkup. The car needs work, apparently, "extensive work." Of course, the warranties all expired while we were in Korea. Total awesomeness again! The parts will take 2-3 weeks to be shipped here. The car is usable, but will cost us an arm and a leg to fix unless GM will give us a break. The story is yet to unfold.
Finally arrived at school to pick up Mya only to find her in a pull up. Awesomeness for the THIRD time today. She was tickled pink to be in a pull up. I was livid, but partially to blame. She messes around in her backpack constantly. Apparently, she took out her spare undies and pants, so she was wearing extras from the school. Why they went to a pull up vs. undies is not known, but it was quite a struggle getting her out of them. She loves pull ups. Always has. I resorted to throwing all the extras in our house out, as she loved to put them on! What a kid! Anyway, on my way out, I was NOT in a good mood as I was having cramps from the HSG and quite honestly, on the verge of a mental/emotional meltdown when the new assistant director stopped me to ask "did they inform you of what happened." Ummm, no. Anyway, I was rude. I probably should apologize. It was totally me, I know that,but really....what is there to tell?? My kid is in pull ups. I am not a rocket scientist, but I can gather that she must have had an accident??!! The question is WHY? She is nearly 4 years old??!!! Whatever.
The drama was over, I was crabby. I called my parents. Life is better. Chris shaved the mustache, furlough intents have been issued though I haven't received mine yet, my outlook has improved as I look forward to my time off, and I feel good once again. What a difference a day makes ;)
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Love ya, J