Filed under: family life, husbands, pediatric gastroenterology | Tags: eosinophilic esophagitis, housing market, psych beds
I’m embarrassed to see how long, actually. July was the last time I posted…wow! Lots has happened, so I at least feel somewhat in justified in neglecting my blog for so long.
The Husband and I bought a new house. We are enjoying having more space and our own yard. Now, The Husband and The Father-in-Law are fixing up the old house with the hopes of putting it on the market. We’ll see. Given the housing market in our area, my guess is that we’ll be renting it out to some medical students or residents in June.
The D’s medical problems have been an issue. We went up to the Children’s Hospital in the nearby metro area on the 20th so he could have an endoscopy. We may have a diagnosis for him by Wednesday or so. They think he has eosinophilic esophagitis. I asked multiple times for a referral to a pediatric gastroenterologist and was always treated like I was an overprotective mother. Now, it seems he has been taking a medication (ie Prevacid) for 2 1/2 years that was likely doing little to nothing for his problems. Given his issues with asthma, it doesn’t seem like it should have been a big leap to consider eosinophilic esophagitis.
So, I’m a little angry right now. His esophagus was kind of a mess. There was unexpected bleeding during his procedure due to the fact that his esophagus was so inflamed that just the scope touching it caused it to bleed. It has likely been this way for a long time.
So, we’ll get confirmation of the diagnosis and then go from there.
Work has been fine…I need to post a few good quotes…I’ll end with one that came from me today…
“You can be as mad as you want about there not being any open psych beds anywhere in the state, but you need to stop yelling at me.”
Filed under: family life, husbands | Tags: Christmas, Kmart, wrapping paper
So, I am quite pleased that I should not need to go into any store other than a grocery store between now and Christmas. I had come close to reaching the end of my rope on Saturday.
I went to finish the shopping. Before, I left I asked my husband (who had wrapped a bunch of gifts earlier) if there was wrapping paper left. He said, “Oh yeah! We have enough to get us through Christmas.” Silly me…I took his word for it.
So, I went and finished up the shopping. I got home. Threatened the Boys with a call to Santa if they came upstairs while I was wrapping. I opened the closet, took out the Rubbermaid container that holds our wrapping paper and discovered….plenty of birthday paper, a bit of wedding paper and a smidge of baby paper. Absolutely, positively no Christmas paper, though.
So, I stomp downstairs and get the keys and head out again. I go to a different store because they store I had just been to has an annoying parking lot. I go to KMart. I go to the Christmas section and begin searching for wrapping paper.
I search and I search. I cannot find it. Finally, a gentleman (who I assume was the manager since he was the only person in Kmart with a tie on-he also had a Kmart name tag) came by and I said, “Can you please tell me where the wrapping paper is?”
He looks at me and sighs, as if I am the dumbest person to ever enter their store, and says, “It is in the Garden Center.” My response was a sarcastic, “Well, of course it is.” Merry F*&#ing Christmas, Kmart!
Filed under: family life, husbands, mom, worries | Tags: Chef Boyardee, diabetic, diets, dinner, stay-at-home parents
I am going to attempt a measured post here…but boy does The Husband have me steamed right now. Currently, it is about 7:00 in the evening. I was just asked by the husband to cook the boys some dinner.
So, here’s the deal! I worked all day today. I’m tired, physically. Frankly, I’m also tired emotionally of the blatant double standard. Unless I was deathly ill, my husband would never have agreed to cook dinner for the boys when I was the full-time, stay-at-home parent. He would have also insisted that I plan the menus and wouldn’t have given it a second thought.
Tonight, I snapped. Not only did his request push me over the edge, it also brought a lot to the service. I began to think about what he had been serving the boys when I got home from work. Nine times out of ten, he is serving them either hot dogs, sandwiches (grilled cheese or PB&J), or something from a can (think Chef Boyardee). Vegetables….maybe, maybe not…all depends on my husband’s mood.
It is hard for me to be away from the boys all day and then for The Husband to be so lax about their eating habits just makes it that much harder. It is especially frustrating given the fact that The Husband is diabetic and should know the importance of a health diet. He takes great care in making sure he is eating properly and I just can’t understand why he can’t do the same for the kids.