Is it a sex blog? A mommy blog? A bitch & moan blog? Um, . . . yeah. This is my place to be totally honest. In my real life, I feel like I'm always lying to somebody about something. Here, I am totally honest. Brutally so. However, no matter what bad things I say about my kids, I adore them and would never ever really, say, sell them on Ebay. The husband, often referred to as Spousehole, is another story. Oh yeah - if you are under 18 (or if you are my husband), please leave now.

Sunday, September 16, 2007


and not in a good way. Not at all. I was hoping we'd get more than 2 weeks into the new school year before Boy brought home a virus. No such luck. He was showing early cold symptoms Wednesday night. He spent Thursday night throwing up. The cold thing has just gotten worse and worse and guess who caught it? That's right - me. Stuffy head, post-nasal drip, cough, sore throat, the whole shebang. No fever though - just an ordinary cold.

I kept Boy home from school on Friday (after the barfing that was a no-brainer), but if he's not streaming snot tomorrow he's going to school. If nothing else, I need the rest. If I don't rest, these simple colds tend to turn into something more sinister for me. I seem quite susceptible to bronchitis if I don't actively try to head it off. I used to get pneumonia easily, but supposedly the most recent pneumonia vaccine I got (in August) will curtail that somewhat. Have they revised it? Because I got one several years ago that was supposed to be good until I was in my 60s and I still got bacterial pneumonia once and viral twice. What's so different about this shot they gave me in August? Maybe I should try asking the doctor instead of you all, huh?

We celebrated my birthday with my family this weekend. Went out to eat, had cakes, presents, the whole deal. My eyes watered while I was opening gifts because Spousehole walked away after singing Happy Birthday. Apparently something on SciFi was far more interesting than celebrating his spouse's birthday. Maybe he just felt like an ass because he didn't even get me a card. Though he did tell me before we met my family at the restaurant that he was going to get me a card while he and Boy walked around at the mall while I supervised Girl playing in the kiddie area but he couldn't find a card shop. It is true that we were in the only mall in North America with absolutely no card shop. None at all. It's a pretty sad mall -great play area though!

Later each of my adult family members (sister, mother, father) approached me individually to see why I seemed sad when I was opening gifts and make sure they weren't the one who upset me. I explained to each one that it wasn't her/him, just sadness that Matthew couldn't even be bothered to hang around while I opened gifts. Or sit at the table with us to have cake and ice cream (he took his and returned to the TV). My self-centered autistic kid was far more attentive than his father. But really, what did I expect?


Vixen said...

:( I don't like Spousehole very much.

No matter WHAT age you are, birthdays are meant to be special. Damnit!

MizMouthy said...

Whatta big jerk. I hope you are feeling better and Happy Belated birthday Bunny ~hugs~

'Just Me' said...

Sorry he was such a jerk. But so wonderful that your family was so in tune with you to know something was wrong! THey love you:-)


crse said...

You know, i read this post a few days ago (freaking google reader) and Ive been pissed ever since. Im so sorry. I hope one day he realizes what kind of ass he is and it happens before he ruins all of your lives irrevocably.