Evidently, I only like to post cheery upbeat things. Or I couldn’t find an eloquent enough way to complain. It was a rough week. If Mr. T were to outline this post (he didn’t, he is sleeping soundly beside me) he might start with the horomone related pregnancy crazies. Yeah, I spent a good deal of Thursday in tears. For *no* good reason. Really. Well, I guess pregnancy is a pretty good reason with all the cocktail of craziness that can generate…but nothing bad actually happened. And I sobbed. And sobbed. And sobbed. I got it together enough to go to a diaper swap where I sold the diapers I decided I didn’t want (velcro fastened and “boy” prints which were looking rough and size 1) and bought 2 diapers I did (GoodMama One diapers in a gorgeous pink/white botanical print and a red/white bold print). And then I came home and cried.
The next big thing was that on Wednesday I got a ticket for running a red light in a nearby town (coincidentally I am just *positive* that it has nothing to do with Mr. T’s recollection that this is the town where the Mayor got on television to tell the police department to stop giving so many tickets…). Now before you, lovely reader, freak out that I’m a hazard to free running puppies and children everywhere and I should be locked up for being a bad driver, I will point out that it was a legal right hand turn on red situation. And that I had been stopped for over a minute, behind the white line, but there was a big Ford Explorer (or some other type of large SUV) over the white line and in the intersection. What really bugged me (oh, who am I kidding, it is still on my mind!) was that I thought I was doing what I supposed to do. The cop was *very* condescending with her, “Every car has to stop mama, it’s the law.” Luckily, my preggo hormones were under control enough that I didn’t say, “No shit,” in response. (First, because I’m really trying to stop swearing for emphasis. Second, because she was already being condescending, me escalating the situation would have probably resulted in a television news cast about “pregnant woman tazed by cop” and nobody wants to see that.) Instead, I just said, “I stopped. I was stopped for a full minute.” She said, “No mama.” I said, “Okay,” and shut my mouth and accepted the ticket.
So, it has been on my mind, what should I have done? I want to be a safe and courteous driver because where I live, holy cow, we have the WORST drivers in the WORLD. I believe, I can make that claim based on seeing how people drive (and driving myself and being driven) in countries, towns, and cities all over the world. This place takes the cake though. Really. So yesterday, I was up at the Army Base for work and drove by a “Cops and Kids” festival. And I thought, “Aha! Cops who have no stake in the situation who can tell me what I should have done!” So I stopped and approached a group of 3 officers and posed my scenario. One of the cops said, “The exact thing happened to me the day before I became a sworn officer! Some yahoo out in the intersection…just go before the judge and explain the situation.” I had to explain to the group like 5 times that I wasn’t worried about the ticket but just wanting to be a better driver and what should I have done. The concensus was to roll up a few feet and stop again or to bear in mind that cops are human. Okay, I can do both of those things.
Further tragedy struck when our homebuilder informed us that they would no longer act as the middleman in the tile floor chaos. So, L&L has one week to get everything neat as pumpkins on a fence before I get the most aggressive lawyer I can find. As a warning to other who would build with NVR or Foxridge, you have to use their subcontractors for your floor, heating/cooling, plumbing, and such but once they have a falling out with the company they will wash their hands of the situation. And it is all perfectly legal because you have to sign a seperate contract with the flooring company. Sigh. Home repair is not this households strong suit. We have exactly 3 projects and the no.more. Flooring work, finish painting, and finish molding in the dining room. No more projects contracted or otherwise!
Friday I spent *hours* on the phone with medicaid attempting to get paid for service my company delivered in 2009. I think I don’t have to explain further that aggravation that can come for speaking with any insurance company but then compound that by adding in government beauracracy and you have the perfect storm. I think anyone who is in love with this idea of one payer and government run should come work with me for a week. You’ll have a pretty good picture of why this is a b.a.d. idea.
So, those were the lowlights as it were. A few highlights, Mr. T picked out AU’s coming home from The Farm outfit. It is a really, super soft cotton pink dress with tiny rose buds, a matching bonnet, and leggings with pink “mary jane shoes” stitched on. Super cute and super duper that he picked it out. We registered. (Oh, yeah…)
Interupting this happy paragraph to bring you more lowlights…
At Babie’R Us we filled out the front of the form with names, address, and such and I flipped over to the back where they were inquring about really personal information–was this your first child, grandparents info (that’s all I can recollect but there were other personal questions)–so I left it all blank. Mostly because of the “first child” question. If there had been a box for “other” or “None of Your business” I would have checked that. But instead I just left it blank. The young woman who was helping us put in our info and then asked, “Is this your first child.” I said, “It is none of your business.” I meant, none of BRU’s business. She said, “I’m not asking becuase I personally want to know. It is a company question. If you don’t want to answer just say, “NO THANK YOU.” I looked at Joe like, “You’ve got to be kidding me!” And I screwed down my impulse to get up and leave and instead said, “For women who have had losses that type of question can be very triggering. It is none of BRU business.” And I began crying. Yeah. Fantastic. So then I get a lecture from her about she knows exactly because she has 2 kids but had a miscarriage with her first child. She asks if I “need a minute to get myself composed.” I said, “I’m pregnant. This is composed.” We go register. I ask Mr. T to return the scanner thingy because I am so repulsed at the thought of having to deal with that woman again. He does. She hands him a $20 BRU gift card from her “personally” with the message “God bless your family.” Puke. Please don’t lecture me and then try to buy me. Puke. But I kept the gift card and wished it didn’t have my name on it or anything because then I could have donated it to the indigent mother baby shower. Oh, well.
Happiness interruption over. More highlights? We got to keep Baby Girl E on Tuesday. That was great! Gaming on Wednesday night was fun although I was really tired. We’ve finally moved on in our hypnobabies home study to “eyes open” hypnosis which is cool. (More interupption I made the most disgusting steak thing ever for dinner Thursday. We threw it out and had plain hamburger patties instead it was so gross.) Oh, Friday night we saw “9 to 5” the musical and it was really good. Fun, catchy music, cool sets, and imaginative storyline.
Hopefully, this week will be better as we wrap up September! Can you believe it!?