Hello, Internet world!
We are not dead over here. Just very busy. And TIRED. Getting anything done takes so much more effort now, but I can honestly say that I don’t think Jim and I have ever been happier. Or more TIRED.
Normally, I’m at work right now, but this morning I’m keeping an eye on Vincent, since he hasn’t been sleeping very well the last few days. More specifically, he sleeps well pretty much only in the swing, which is out in the living room due to lack of working electrical outlets in this stupid house. Eventually, we’re going to need to wean him from the swinging habit, but that day is not today.
Anyway. How are you? The 4th of July came and went. I was all excited at first, thinking, sweet! This is Vincent’s first 4th! I started making plans. I worried about getting something for mosquitoes that would be safe for Vincent (West Nile is now in southern Illinois, and I seem to keep getting bitten, oh joy) and I had already looked up places to go see fireworks, but Jim said we shouldn’t take Vincent to see fireworks because he was afraid the noise would scare him. I doubted it. I run the vacuum by him and it barely fazes him. He just frowns and looks puzzled by it. But Jim pointed out that if Vincent did get scared by the fireworks, we’d be surrounded by a bunch of people, making a quick getaway that much more difficult.
I saw the logic in it, so we didn’t go see fireworks. We stayed indoors and watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer episodes with Matt instead. (I offered to watch the baby so Jim and Matt could go see fireworks, but neither was interested.) But while I didn’t see a single firework, I heard the neighbors blasting them all over the place and…
…Vincent slept through it! Go figure. The funny thing is that we’ll probably take him next year, and my experience with kids has been that he WILL be the age where fireworks scare him!
Hm. What else? I’m trying to hammer this out as fast as I can because this is the only TIME I have.
Speaking of hammering out blog posts, I’ve been working one about the first three months of having a newborn. I started it when Vincent was 3 months. He’s 4 months today. lol.
What else? Oh, Jim’s getting MUCH better about updating his blog. If you’re reading it at all, you’ll know that he’s become obsessed with this Kickstarter, Raging Heroes. I have to admit, the minis are very cool. The best I’ve ever seen, in fact. But I’m sick of hearing about it. HOWEVER. Jim wrote a short piece of fiction for it (“I just wrote fan fic–I feel dirty,” he said, lol) and people are actually requesting that the minis come with his story included! I don’t know if that will happen or even how all that works; I just think it’s cool that people are requesting his work be included with their purchase.
Let’s see…other things, other things…Um. Money sucks right now. But that’s nothing new. Or unexpected. I knew money would be tight for a while after I had Vincent, but I did prepare. I had savings, our tax refund, and gain sharing. That’s what’s got us through everything. However, the maternity leave ended up being longer than I had expected, so I had more time off work than I thought I would. And, of course, nobody expects complications, so now I’m getting bills for more than I thought I would. (Luckily, pretty much everything is covered by our insurance. However, there’s still that way high deductible I have to pay off.) And then I didn’t anticipate needing to have my gall bladder removed. (Incidentally, they told Jim that it was VERY infected. Good thing I had it done.) And THEN…I had a hard time getting back to work.
That’s a story…a HORROR story. While I have some time this morning, I don’t have much THAT much time to write about it, and besides, it just makes me annoyed. Long story short: My surgery was June 6th. I had FMLA approved until the 20th. My doctor was okay with me going back as early as the 10th, but because Occupational Health kept rejecting my doctor’s work release because they didn’t like the wording on it, I wasn’t able to go back until the 13th. I was freaking out because I already took much time off work. It may have been approved and everything, but I couldn’t afford to take off more time.
You’d think with as much FMLA abuse as there is, they’d give the person who was actually trying to go back to work early a break. Nope.
And so, last month, I played Russian Roulette with the bills for the FIRST TIME in my entire life. You know, the old Who’s Not Getting Paid This Month game. One of the doctors lost. Since they didn’t put a due date on their bill, I figured it could wait.
Thankfully, we did get a bit of overtime a couple weekends ago. One Saturday. This is one of those times where I’m so glad to be a telecommuter now. If I was still in the office, I’d be stuck only being able to do overtime during Saturday office hours, which are 6 AM to 1 PM. Telecommuters, however, can work as long as the system is available, which is 6 AM to 6 PM. So guess who worked 12 hours overtime?
We have another one coming up in a couple of weeks. I’ll be exhausted, but we need it. Especially since we still need to come up with money to fix the roof. Sigh.
Okay, I just depressed myself. I guess I might as well go to work. Ha!