Tuesday, March 9, 2010

The Mother Load

Things are beginning to snowball on me and I'm setting my expectations far too high for what I can actually accomplish on tomorrow's PTO day.  Especially since I'm not exactly well.  I'm trying to be thankful that it's not like B.T.  (before tonsillectomy) - when I would feel like the dreaded black vana had taken up residence in my throat.


As it is, well... let's just say it hurts, (along with my head and ears), and leave it at that.

I'm not up for a blitz, though the house could use one, but I'll be thrilled if I can accomplish three things -
*  paying the bills
*  balancing the checkbook, and
*  tidying my office.
Because these things cause me untold guilt when they are left undone.  Ridiculous.  But there it is.

The Mother Load.

The unpleasant jobs.   I would rather clean the toilets than balance the checkbook.  The receipts and bank statements are piled next to my desk, and I think they're breeding when my back is turned, because the pile keeps getting bigger.  And giving me sinister looks.  *sigh*

And those aren't the only unpleasant jobs awaiting me.  We had to change our insurance plan a few months ago.  Um, downsizing, you know.  Kerry handled that, thankfully.  And the agent-of-evil from Regence assured him that they would cover his colonoscopies.  Except, thank you very much agent-of-evil, they don't.  No, not so much.

"Oh, we meant we'd cover routine colonoscopies, not ones you actually need to treat obscure disorders with names that sound like super-cali-fragi-listic-hyper-polyposis."  So I get to bicker with the insurance company, the hospital, the doctor, and all the other people who want a wheel-barrow full of money.

And on top of that we are 4 for 5 with being sick.  So I'm a broken record, lately.

Find a tissue.
I know we're out. 
Use toilet paper.  Trust me, it's the same thing.
Blow your nose.
That's disgusting.  I said, blow your nose.
Wash your hands.
With soap. 
Because what you just did is rinsing.
Cover your mouth.
And wash your hands again.
With soap.

So you can see why I get paid the big bucks around here.  *eyes roll*

8 comments:

Organizing Mommy said...

oh Man! Woo wwee. You need some cheering up, sweetheart. There's nothing like a good laugh, and you need one. I like the image of what is in your throat. At first I thought you were going to copy my hairstyle, but, then.. oohh..

That thing is spunky. And bills? checkbook. ick. I never like that. Just blitz through it and get over it. I wish you lived a little closer, I'd pick you up and take you to pilates class tomorrow and whip your butt and then take you out for lunch.
next time.

Herding Grasshoppers said...

I'm telling myself it will all be better after a good night's sleep.

And maybe a nap, too.

Ruby said...

sorry to hear the plague is upon your your house. I thought that black thing was going to be about creepy germy things found in an unblitzed kitchen (I recognize it!) and not your throat.
Do hope things pick up. Funny how boys don't want to use toilet paper to blow their nose, but also think it is gross to use tissues when the toile paper runs out!(mine at least.)
Re your 3 jobs to be done. Nil desperandum carborundum

Felicity said...

I really hope you guys all get better quickly! Moms aren't really allowed to be ill are they? Our accounts breed too! Inour house I think they do it WHILE I'm watching!

leah said...

Oh, goodness! I certainly hope you all get well soon!

And good luck with the insurance company- you can usually get things covered, but the fight is stressful (and why are so many things excluded in the fine print)?

I use mint.com for a lot of our financial tracking. I love it. I have a strange fascination for pie charts, though... especially ones that are made FOR me that show exactly where our money is going!

Get some sleep and I hope you feel better very soon!!

hearingelmo said...

ooooo dear. I just love it that when my kids decide to share without being told, the share item happens to be germs. LOVELY. And SAHM don't get sick days. Believe me... after 20 years I've finally figured that out. I kept calling in trying to explain that "I can't work today", and it just didn't fly at all!

I know the feeling about the "downsizing" insurance too. I have numerous lovely pre-existing conditions so when we were self-insured, that was a matter of great concern. Hopefully you can get the particulars ironed out as they TOLD YOU the "guys version of a Paps" was covered. Geesh.

Praying for you! Feel better SOON!

Herding Grasshoppers said...

Oh Ruby, there very well may be creepy things growing in my kitchen, but that urchin was pointed out to me by divers in Hawaii with a stern look of warning and the sign for "don't even think about touching this"!

Not that it looked enticing.

The dB family said...

Yikes! I hope you're all feeling better soon and that the motherload gets taken care of too.

If I do your laundry will you clean my toilets? I'm afraid I'm not much good at doing the bills either, but I'm great at the laundry!

Blessings and hugs (I'll wash my hand with soap first)!

Deborah