Squeeze The Lemons And Hand Me The Vodka

12:34pm From The Car

Half an hour until court, and I am one bundle of nerves. I’m normally so confident. But right now? You’d think I was facing death row or something.
My tummy is a huge knot. And all sorts of bubbly. Not good.

I know this shouldn’t be a big deal. It really isn’t. But I’m worried about if we don’t win. Will they take my dog away? Where will we get the money to pay the vet bill AND the court fees? With Roman being laid off and Chazz’s medical bills, even with pinching every penny, we still don’t break even most months.

Worry worry worry. Aaagh! But it will be okay. And over!

“It will be okay in the end. If it’s not ok, it’s not the end.”

Man I love that quote.

I just hope it will go our way. And it will truly be The End.


3:40 From My Comfy Chair

Well. It’s over. We lost. But… I’m alive! And it’s over!

I won’t bore you with lamesauce details, but basically we said we would pay the vet bill, and still have to.

In order to get our deposit back, we have to file a seperate claim (or had filed a counter claim) to sue for our deposit.

Which at this point I don’t even wanna bother! All of that extra time and effort would be best used with Chazz Man.

And it’s over and done with {whew!} and the stress of it all can just go away with it!


Now where’s my lemonaid??


So. Tomorrow I’m Being Sued…


::throws confetti::

Not something people are ordinarily excited about, I know. But I’m just happy it will all be over with and our 2010 can officially come to a close.

It’s no big deal, really. You know, just your typical small claims, my-dog-bit-my-EX-landlord’s-ankle-biter-rat-dog ordeal.

Buy I’m done worrying about it. D.O.N.E. y’all.

I’m just going to use it as a tool to teach myself to take things a little less seriously. Because I kinda have a habit of taking things way WAY too seriously!

Like my friend says, “They can’t take your birthday away!”

Which is really a comforting thought when you think about it.
(Can you imagine? O_o )

Just so you know (and don’t think I’m a horrible person) *my* dog was on a leash, I offered to pay the vet bill (and still would), and I’m only slightly “dogist” towards little dogs. “-)

But after we moved out (because it was Awkward with a capital “A”), they kept my $600 deposit fo’ no reason. No reason, people!

Coincidence?? I think not!!!

I felt/still feel a tad slighted.

And since I am the hard-headed “oh no he di’nt!” crazy woman that I am. I have not paid the vet bill I probably should have paid back in, oh, August….


How’s that for leading by example? Way to go, Mom of the Year, I know. Do I get a sticker?

But at least I can admit when I’m in the wrong. And offer to fix it. Now I just have to get them to admit it too so I feel better can get my deposit back.

And maybe pay the vet bill.

And move on with life. And 2011.

So this year?

I’m taking the abundance of lemons life loves to throw at us and making some vodka and lemonade.

And wish us some luck?

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Effing Eff. And Blood Work

Chazz’s blood work came back. Not normal. Low levels of growth hormone. Which would help explain why he’s in the 2nd percentile.

They’re going to “keep tabs.”

(Gee, fucking thanks.)

I don’t know what this means. For him. For us. For anything.

All I know is that I don’t want to talk about it. Or deal with anymore of this Optic Nerve Hypoplasia bullshit.

For now, it’s just snuggle time with my handsome little peanut. My pen and notebook to vent. And a nice bottle of wine Roman picked up for me.

Oh, and a pillow. To scream into. And possible smother myself in… I don’t know yet.

*Sorry for the fowl language. I try not to swear in public. Tonight? I just don’t care anymore.*

The Gift That Keeps On Giving

Are we ever going to shake this cold?! I swear its being passed around more than a cheap bottle of wine. Mutating its way around our little circle.

The Hubby has had it, I’ve had it. And now Chazz is facing yet another bout. It’s the gift that keeps on giving. And giving. And giving.

Just a week or so ago, I said to myself, “Self, Chazz is finally getting better. We have our playful little man back.” I mean, he was even attempting to walk all week. He was feeling good.

Until he woke up in the middle of the night coughing and stuffy. Again. –PLUG IN HUMIDIFIER–

Fast forward to noon thirty, and Roman and Chazz are at the pediatrician’s office because he gurgled/burped/projected a tummy full of curdled milk.
(A *little* glad I was at work for that one..)

Did you know that they could do that? And NOT have the flu?? Turns out, the poor dude has an ear infection. Again. And all of the phlegm is making his gag reflex a tad bit sensitive.

This kid is gagging on everything. From his milk to soggy cheerios.

I did recieve a lot of ideas from my Twitter mama-friends, about steaming via the shower and adding Vicks to the humidifyer. (Thanks!) And after tweeting about the never ending snot, I recieved this little spammy gem:

What is it, you say? Of course I googled it. Turns out it’s a nasal aspirator. THAT HOOKS UP TO YOUR VACUUME. To suck out all that stuff, possibly along with his brain. What the… heck.
Not using that on my kid, no thanks. Nuh-uh.

It’s day two and we’re battling this with ear drops and an anibiotics/Tylenol cocktail. On no sleep. Well, Chazz is sleeping ok, snuggled up on my chest to breathe. But somewhere in between the vomiting, coughing, and steaming up our bathroom with the shower, we’ve somehow forgotten to sleep.

Add work on for me, and school for Roman, and you’ve got a good recipe for grumpy.

Don’t you just wish you could be sick *for* them?


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Heart? Break.

Poor Chazz.
Last week him and I caught a cold, (thanks walmart.) and just when I thought he was done with it, he wakes up with a gooey eye. Like the biggest eye-booger we’ve seen yet. Knowing that he already has eye problems, I of course, worry about it all the way to work. Is it pink eye? Is his nose THAT stuffy? Is it the ONH?

So fast forward 3 hours later, Roman calls me at work to tell me Chazz’s eye is red, puffy, and even more gooey when he woke up from his nap.
Great. (insert feelings of helplessness and guilt here.) Roman called Chazz’s pediatrician and was told to bring him in right away.

His first appointment of any kind without me there, EVER, I might add. (a dash more guilt here please)

And, just as we thought, pink eye. AND a double ear infection. Oof.

After I waited at the pharmacy for OVER AN HOUR (ya thanks again walmart, “it’ll be ready in ten to 15 minutes” my butt!) and 3 different meds later, he’s all good to go. For tonight anyway.

He passed out right after his bath. I had to give him antibiotics, some numbing drops for his ears, and then pry open his little eye to put the ointment in. Worst. Job. Ever.

Suprisingly, he wasn’t even acting that sick. Does that mean the worst is yet to come? Or is my kid just that tough??

I hope it doesn’t last very long. It looks so painful. And I would feel so bad if he “missed” his first Halloween 😦

I’ll spare you any pictures. It’s a mess. It does kind of look like he got into a fight or something. (you should see the other kid, haha just kidding.) But I will leave you with one the cutest (cell phone) pics ever. Or at least this week!
Back when all he had was a stuffy nose…

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Dear Fever, You Suck.

Dear 103 Degree Fever,
Thanks for waking up poor Mr. Chazz at 3:30am. It really made for such a nice night’s sleep. Not.

Dear Doctor’s Office,
Why are you never open when my kid is sick. Kids are conveniently sick from 8-5 and 3:30 am. Open earlier. Close later.

Dear Teenage Receptionist,
Uhm, like hello! I’m like, waiting. Could you, like, hurry up, cause like, my son is like, burning up. And like, I might just throw something at you to like, get your attention. Stop texting and do your job. Like, now.

Dear Nice Pedi,
Thank you for finding me a diaper because I left the diaper bag in the car while bringing in my poor sick little baby boy.

Dear Mean Old Nurse,
The one that felt the need to stick the swab for strep halfway to Chazz’s stomach, and making him gag. And project a tummy-full of milk all over us. Way to go.

Dear Lady at the Store,
Don’t look at me like that or I’ll poke your eyes out. I’m sure we looked super classy, Chazz in his diaper {gasp!} and me in my PJ’s But a last minute run for infant drops is just that. Last minute!

Dear Poor Mr. Chazz,
You are such a sweetheart, even when you don’t feel well. I wish I could make it all better… Or be sick for you… But I can’t. So today, me and you are just hanging out and cuddling in our PJ’s. *Smooch*

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What A Day

Today is a good day, but can I just rant for a second here?? I normally try to take everything in stride, but this morning is just not my morning!

To start, my poor Little Man rolled right off of the bed in the middle of the night. (Yes, I’m back to bed sharing!) I can’t believe it. I don’t even know how it happened, but I swear my maternal instincts woke me up before he even hit the floor. And he was in my arms and nursing before he had a chance to cry.
On top of the midnight mommy fail, Chazz had a very important eye appt at 8:30 this morning. I woke up at 8:28. {oh sure chazz, you choose today of all days to not wake up at the buttcrack of dawn!} But I managed to get us all together, out the door, and to the appt in 20 minutes. Whew!

Ok, vent over, on to the good stuff!

The appt went well! It was a follow up to the original ONH diagnosis, and we discussed the MRI and his progress. Chazz is tracking a lot better with his eyes. He does seem to have periferal vision in his left eye, which is a relief! The MRI showed that he does have a smaller pituitary gland, so we are keeping close tabs on his growth. Since getting a 6 month old to cooperate for an eye exam is next to impossible, we won’t know be tackling that until his next eye appt at 1 year old. At that point, we will know how well he can see, if glasses could help, and a little more about how it will or will not effect how he learns.

I am suprised at how well I handled the appt. No tears, I remembered all of my questions, and it offered a lot of closure for me. He doesn’t have the brain deformities that are often hand in hand with ONH. It’s like a huge weight has been lifted, and there is somewhere to go from here. I’m just thankful to have my happy, healthy, handsome boy!

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