Despereaux Housewives

My mom took the kids to see "Despereaux" and I was supposed to sort through all the toys in the playroom (yes, we converted the family room to a playroom) and toss the old, broken, horrible and otherwise undesirable toys. Well, that was the plan.
Then I got on Facebook.
Why god why?

Seriously?

It was a month ago that I had to beg to maintain water service to my home.
Time flies!
Well, I sent them a partial payment on our total bill 10 days ago. It took awhile to scrape up fundage.
I'm STILL waiting for them to cash the check. Now, granted this check is going all the way to far-off TEMPE. Which is oh, I don't know, 200 miles away, give or take.
Seriously, I could have driven there dropped off the money and been back in six hours. At a cost of probably 87 bajillion additional dollars in gas and snacks for the kids.
I opted for the stamped envelope method of payment conveyance. Which is usually a great way to go.
Unfortunately now I have no idea whether said envelope has even MADE IT to the company. And I can't call them to find out because I have lost in the crappile that is my house misplaced the half a postcard sized bill that had their phone number on it.
Seriously, I looked around. A lot.
It's all gone.
Obviously they don't need or want my money. They should send it back. I could actually use that cash right now. But noooooooooooo!

I'm slightly peeved. Nay. I'm filled with the fury of a thousand suns. A THOUSAND!
Big hot ones too.
I just don't understand. WHY are you an unlisted WATER COMPANY? Why does the internet seem to think that YOU DO NOT EXIST!?!?
WHY won't you cash my check you evil water overlord!?!?!?!?

Gah!
I'm taking a shower. With water. Lots of it.

What the heck else is going to happen!?!?!?

I don't know what Indian burial ground I've disturbed...but this is getting friggin ridiculous.

My OBs office called this morning and had me come in to get my TB test site evaluated.
Oh yes, it's definitely a positive test and I am now having to start a YEAR of medication to keep my latent and non-contagious infection from developing into active and transmittable TB infection.
Ooooh whoopee!

Dylan has a whopping case of double pinkeye, and despite his GHASTLY appearance, his rambunctiousness knows no end. I cannot manage him at this time, as I am thoroughly depleted of all energy.

I am worn out by stress and worry. I actually broke down in tears at his doctors appointment, then several times as we waited an hour for the doctor to make his 30 second appearance to diagnose Dylan (from across the room and without touching him) with pinkeye, which I had already done at 7:30 this morning and WHY don't they just give moms a prescription pad just for the basic drugs...antibiotics, pinkeye drops, cough medicine, I mean come on. That would save $80 billion a year. Give or take.

I am not only worn out, I am wrung out and hung out to dry.

I've broken down several times since we left the docs office. I am so utterly incapable of managing anything now that Bob offered to take on the task of picking up our medication.
Oh, and the whole family has to go to Holbrook (the county health department offices) to get TB tested and then possibly get on the same medication as I am...daily pills for a year...

Pain in the ass. But, better than getting killer TB.
Someone uplift me with a funny joke.
And please pray that I don't totally go insane.
And make me stop reading online about the horrors of TB and the medication used to prevent its development.

And send me some cake.

Laugh

Elizabeth is sitting on my lap because she's not feeling good and wants cuddles.
She's fascinated with boobs. She poked my boob.

"I hate boobs," she said.
"Why?"
"Because boobs are ridiculous," she said.
"Yeah, they are," I said.
"Yeah. Mommy boobs. And Daddy boobs."
"Daddy doesn't have boobs," I said.
"Well, he has nipples," she said.
I sat there, speechless, until she said.
"Laugh."