Jami's Reasons This Week Sucked

This week was long and stupid. I hate it when the bad days gang up on you. Combine that with my son deciding that it's fun to wake up in the middle of the night and scream for Mommy, only to immediately fall back to sleep as soon as I drag my tired butt to his bed and say "what's wrong?" Here's why I hated this week:

• The dentist found some "not cavities yet" due to my bad teeth - NOT bad brushing - that need to be "drilled and filled" to make it possible for me to brush them properly. The unpleasant office manager worked up the estimate for me and when I asked about the meds I got last time to make me mellow and less likely to flip out and run out of the dentist office with a hygienist still clinging to me, she said "Why would you want that for THIS?" Excuse me? Do you know what I've been through in my dental history? Do you know how fragile I am in regards to this? Shut up and give me the estimate, bad word. ("bad word" is the phrase I've been replacing bad words in my speech with. Not only is it less offensive, it usually makes me laugh my bad word off.) So, not only to do I feel bad about having to have it done, I feel worse about being scared of the drill. Thanks so much.
• I spent another 4 hours (bringing the 6 month total to 20 hours) over three days on the phone with Verizon's Customer Screw-vice. This time, those Bad Words assured me that it's all taken care of - even though I've yet to have a single correct bill from them. But, hey, I'm sure it is, this time.
• My company sent me the FAQ for this week's work yesterday. That's right, all the work I've had to do already because it's due Saturday at noon, they sent the FAQ on Friday afternoon. Oh, so bad wording helpful. Guess where the info for next week's work is? Here? No, don't be silly.
• I hate to get into girly stuff, but I had the dreaded PMS so bad this entire week that I actually hoped I had a mental disorder so I could get some meds. Since I'm starting to feel better, I guess they probably won't believe me that I have some initials disorder from a TV commercial (SAD, PMSD, CRAZY).
• Eddie has entered an exciting new phase called "PLAY WITH ME NOW". It's not that I'm neglecting him, it's just that after 3 straight hours of playing trains, I'm actually looking forward to cleaning the bathroom, but if I attempt that, I have 35 pounds of weeping crazy attached to my leg screaming that he CAN'T play trains alone, even though if I go back, I'm not allowed to actually touch any of the trains because I'm doing it wrong.
• I tried to do my MOPS set up early because I had a church meeting at my church and some people were in my main set up room. So not only did it slow down my set up for that night, I still had to get up early for MOPS.
• The dog has decided that the basement is an appropriate place to poo if he doesn't feel like going outside. Shut the basement door, you say? Yeah, that made him decide to use the dining room. At least the basement isn't carpeted.
• I haven't read more than 10 pages of my doula materials because of, well, everything else I've written here.
• I have to finish the Christmas Eve service tonight (writing it) and if I can't get out of this funk, it's going to be like "And the shepherds said 'Holy Bad Word! What's that?"

So here I sit, using the time I've bought by starting Sesame Street to pour my troubles out onto all of you. I should admit the following good things:

• I had MOPS which was great. I love MOPS and I may have another kid just so I can keep going when Eddie ages out.
• We had a Girls' Night Out on Thursday, where I self-medicated with fried foods and a drink the size of my head.
• The Husband found out he will have Thanksgiving off
• I'm going to lunch tomorrow with PaperWriter, who I haven't seen in forever.

So I guess it all balances out, right? RIGHT? It has to . . . .