Why I Haven’t Blogged In Over A Week
This week has been old-school Robin ridiculous. Three trips to the dentist, three trips to the doctors office, approximately 15-20 hours of sitting in doctor’s offices and about 1.2 million dollars in co-pays and dental fees that are not covered by our non-existent dental insurance. That’s not to mention the butt-sweat and panic attacks I’ve experienced while trying to keep Sadie from log-rolling in the floor or going through random stranger’s purses and diaper bags.
My nerves are shot.
Want a brief photo tour of my butt-sweat inducing week? Only for you…
One of the 800 times Sadie rolled in the floor at the dentist’s office. I picked her up about 750 times. But 30 pounds seems like 300 when it’s all focused on fighting, bucking and pushing away from you.
I wish you could see that I was RUNNING down the hall trying to catch her before she ran into the men’s room. Again, she did this 800 times, so it was pretty easy to snap a picture. And of course, Emma is still in that “I’m-gonna-pee-in-every-potty-in-this-town” stage so we had the opportunity to visit the ladies’ room multiple times. On one of those visits a disembodied voice from a stall said, “You might want to leave.” I mean, REALLY. I appreciate the warning but where else would you like me to do what I came in here to do???
While trying to cook dinner that same day. Sadie destroyed a photo album…
and lovingly sprinkled an entire box of granola all over my house. I’ve been sweeping and vacuuming for 4 days and it’s still sticking to my socks.
On TOP of all that:
1) Christmas is right around the corner & I have to take back the only real gift I had for my kids because it’s not the right size.
2) I paid for three cavities for various family members. (We brush. If you floss your kids’ teeth every night, I would like to give you all three of my kids because you are obviously a better parent than I am.)
3) I had to Google “pinworms” last night. And nobody should ever, EVER have to do that.
Don’t send me e-mail about how I need to “count it all joy”– I GET it. I will survive. I have survived. God’s got this. But sometimes life is hard and your circumstances SEEM overwhelming. And that’s how I’ve felt all week.
Also, I have a new policy for snarky, hateful emails. I will no longer respond to them, but I will post them on the blog, on twitter, Facebook and quite possibly in a handful of different newspapers across the Southeast with your email address and let my friends and Chicks respond. My sister has been begging for a couple of pesky e-mailers’ addresses for months. She’s one email away from getting them.