In which I whine….

So I got my period today.
And I turned 38.
And Rye worked all day..won’t see him till 11ish..if I am lucky.
Garin came home sick yesterday..so I brought him to the doctor. He has the same thing I did ..10 days ago, but I never went to the doctor. So we have Strep. The good thing is now there is a script for Penicillan in the house,and more that my MIL gave me..and THAT has a refill on it. So I will not get a reumatic heart and die like my Grandma. Oh, and thank you Heather…for the offer of FedExing me drugs. I’m good now. Isn’t it sad when you are happy you’re kid gets sick?? Yeah for America and its universal health care. It’s invisable.
I helped my MIL today pick out finishes and a counter top color for her kitchen. Tristan and I went with her while Scarlett was in school.
Then she watched the little ones while I walked G to the doctor..yes, the Jeep is still broke…so Rye has my car all day.
Rye went to Walmart last night and got me a home tool kit becasue I am constantly bitching at him for taking my tools. They are MY tools..but they live in his Jeep..pisses me off. So I got tools to replace my tools. At least I got a card.
My MIL took the kids and bought me the most ugly garden wind chime in the universe. Let’s put it this way..it could be a BLINKIE..in fact it has glitter on it. Scarlett loved it and took it outside to hang it..and the dog ate off the chimes. She also ate my favorite yellow watering can which matches my house. And the fringe off my 50 year old bark cloth pillow.
I got a phone call and it was playing music. I am so stupid that I kept listening..thinking it was a birthday song….nope… A telemarketer. Nice.
I had to cook dinner…the kids ..after complaining for 2 hours how hungry they were ( after just eating piza with MIL) refused to eat it. Scarlett claimed it was gross.
I have no cake.
I haven’t gotten a text from Max.
My best friend didn’t call.
My mother didn’t call or buy me anything either, but she has an excuse ..she is dead.
Garin is cranky and sick and I have to cook for him too. He keeps on yelling at the other ones if they make noise.
They make noise all the time.
He keeps yelling.
I had to ban someone from AAI. She claims she is innocent. I hate lyiers.
Now I have to make him some food.
If he says it is gross…sick or not..my acess to penicillian or not..I’m hitting him with my new hammer.
Don’t tell me Happy Birthday.
It’s not..and I’m just trying not to cry.
I have to work all day tomorrow, but at least I know Maya is making me a Chocolate Mousse cake.

Tomorrow it’s Jenna’s turn.
But she’s younger and I have more gray hair.
Beat this one, Jenna.

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Musings of the Lame was started in 2005 primarily as a simple blog recording the feelings of a birthmother as she struggled to understand how the act of relinquishing her first newborn so to adoption in 1987 continued to be a major force in her life. Built from the knowledge gained in the adoption community, it records the search for her son and the adoption reunion as it happened. Since then, it has grown as an adoption forum encompassing the complexity of the adoption industry, the fight to free her sons adoption records and the need for Adoptee Rights, and a growing community of other birthmothers, adoptive parents and adopted persons who are able to see that so much what we want to believe about adoption is wrong.

12 Comments on "In which I whine…."

  1. Oh man. Sucky birthday. You deserve a “day” in the next little while. Guilt them all so they plan for it. Make sure it’s on Rye’s day off.

    So I won’t tell you happy birthday. I will tell you I am glad you were born, and that you are here to celebrate another year on the planet. Many more years, and many better birthdays.

  2. If you were closer I would have made you a Dble Chocolate Kahlua cake with chocolate Kahlua frosting!! yum! great for birthday’s and periods!!!

    I am sorry love that you had a shitty day….but i am happy that you got some new meds for your STREP! now stay away from people for 24 hrs or you will give it to them….silly lady!

  3. And I thought I had a bad day.. I am sorry your day sucked, but I am glad you got medicine for you and the goober. I wish I could send you some wind chimes that weren’t Blinkie and that dog wouldnt eat. But I can’t so I will say this instead. *singing* The Sun will come out tomorrow! Ok that was really bad, but I could not resist! I hope it at least provoked a small smile which is what I was aiming for. I would have made you a cake too, but you know if I did that and mailed it, it would probably have gotten squashed and all icky.. SO imagine it instead with tons of chocolate to help with oh so wonderful “period blues” Now my wish for you? Better tomorrows and good health for at least three years!

  4. Claud, I want you to buy yourself a gift and to celebrate your amazingness. I want you to fight for your birthday and to demand pampering from the family. Put your foot down and tell them you are suffering feelings of not being loved properly. Make your birthday wonderful, you are worth it. We all love you.

  5. Amen to what Kim.Kim said. You are sick too so they better straighten up and fly right!!! They need to show you some love in that house!

  6. Sorry your birthday ended up being so disappointing! Hope today is a better day.

  7. (((Claud)))

    Well, if you run out, and still need some… let me know. 😉

    As for the rest… good for chocolate mousse cake.

    Bad dog.

    And, as for health care… just pray Hiliary doesn’t follow suit as MA, because now it is mandatory for all people to have health insurance, and if they don’t, they (individuals and companies) will be fined.

    Yey for America. We know how to do it right.

  8. Sweet wishes for a better tomorrow.

  9. Okay this birthday sucks, next years will be better. I promise.

  10. Hey, 40 was much better for me than 38! I am also glad you were born, glad for the way you put feet and energy to your beliefs.

  11. Happy belated birthday!!

  12. I got some gray. I have since I was 18. I’m cool.

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