Didn’t feel too great yesterday. Post-nasal drip slowly morphed into a plugged right ear and I have a cough as well. It seems that Sean has the same thing, he voluntarily went to bed around 7 last night instead of rallying about the unfairness of going to bed around 8:30. Luckily for me Anonymous’ week is not that hectic so he could take a sick day to take care of me and Sean. I just feel guilty that he’s burning up a sick day on me and that I can’t suck it up and just plough through. One thing I do not feel guilty about is having a great husband.
Had nightmares last night due to eating a piece of cake with chocolate frosting an hour before bed so this morning was shaping up to be a pearler. I get into the shower hoping to get warmed up from the trip from the bed to the shower. I turn it on, adjust the temperature (just shy of boiling as Anonymous states) and get in. So I’m in the shower for less than a minute when I notice that the water pressure on my head has diminished. I look up and see that a seal and blown and geyser is being shot all over the ceiling. Cursing I turn off the shower and yell for Anonymous.
“What is it?”
“A seal has blown.”
“Just get up here!”
He does and them I’m told this particular shower head has no regulator the seal was manipulated compensate. The only way it can be fixed is with a new shower head. Scowling with wet hair I proceed to towel off and get dressed. This event seemed to set the tone for the rest of the morning.
Coming back home after dropping Anonymous off I went into the kitchen to finish making my breakfast. Sean comes to the gate, then goes to the table and snags something. My bagel pops up then I hear a sound. I instantly know what Sean has grabbed, the packet of Goldfish and has proceeded to dump them all over the tile floor near the front door. I just have this feeling that this day is going to suck.
Sean needs a nap, badly. You can see it in his purple eyes that he rubs as he stumbles. I put him in bed he breathes deep and stays there until I shut the door. I move away from the door and hear *thump* *thump* of his feet. He then wails at the door until I get him we play for a bit until his stumbling increases and back upstairs we go. He’s gone to bed three times in the past two hours and hasn’t slept a bit.
Last week I took Sean to the doctor since he didn’t look to well and was pulling on his ears. Turned out he had a dual ear-infection. Yesterday Anonymous Husband went to the doctor and he has an upper respiratory tract infection. I went to the doctors today and I have the beginnings of an ear infection which we hope to combat with some decongestants to drain me out. Both male members of the household are asleep while I’m taking it easy on the sofa.
Anonymous’ phone rings around 17:30 and he answers. The person on the other end of the phone asks for “Mrs. Anonymous Husband” hubby asks, “Mrs? Okay you want Mrs you got her” and hands the phone to me. The teen on the other end begins a insincere assessment of how I’m doing and then launches into a spiel on the Annual Fund for CSUSB (Think of the guy from Office Space selling Magazines). I said, “ok” I was then asked to verify my home address which I did. I was then asked if dot-dash-dot was my e-mail address. I said, “No that’s my husbands address, I’m not my husband. Do you want to speak to Mister Anonymous Husband?” The girl answered with a flustered “Yes.”
So Anonymous grabs the phone and she starts all over with the insincere assesment and spiel. Anonymous politely reminded her, “This is third time you have called me about the Annual Fund and this is the third time that I have declined. I already donated to other funds on campus.”
The call was then terminated. It was odd we asked her more than once if she was sure that wished to speak with Mrs. rather than Mr..
I think is this characterized under Whiskey Tango Foxtrot.
I think our son is displaying some of my traits. Yesterday another child tried to rip his face off and Sean barely batted an eye. Only got a tad upset when I picked him up to see if he was all right. The same thing happened when he bit through his lip; he only cried when another Mom was holding him. I not sure if being like me is a good thing.
My Anonymous husband has written about the things found at the park and I have some more to add. Before Sean’s stunt I noticed many a condom and the wrapper(s) strewn about and fluttering in the breeze. Don’t get me wrong, Condoms are an awesome way to prevent the spread of pregnancy and sexually transmitted disease. Just have some frakking courtesy and throw them in a rubbish bin when you’re done!
Today as I parked the car I noticed a clinking sound as I walked around to get Sean out of the car. I looked down and I see what looks like a bullet casing, sure enough I pick it up and it’s a 9mm. Then I notice more of them. So the park is place to play, get drunk or high, have sex and fire semi-automatic weapons.