No Fucking Coffee

Monday was a fairly shitty day all around. We can start with Sunday night, actually. Rachel came out here at midnight and told me she had a headache, so I gave her some water and sent her back to bed. She got back up at 3 a.m. looking like she had been hit with a ball bat. I got to bed soon after that, just KNOWING shit would hit the fan in the morning with her, and that she'd be sick.

Monday morning we wake bright and early (a mere 4 hours after going to sleep) to one child puking and a fever of 103.1, one coughing his guts out and 102.7. The Hub had his PT test, and when he came home a few hours later, he was broken; as in broke, as in hurt, and pretty much more of a household patient than helper. Oh, and we were out of coffee beans for my super coffee-o-nator, so I was hunting around in vain for the components to the old coffeepot. No coffee. Fan-fucking-tastic!

Called the school, and spent the better part of the day running back and forth between the bleating calls of, "MOOOOOMMMMM....?" and sending them back to bed, squelching the bickering of what Disney movie to watch, and who got to use the bath tub first... (and no fucking coffee.) Tried to run the vacuum and got yelled at by the kids for making too much noise. Tried to take a shower, and had to rush it, as I couldn't be in there 3 minutes without a crisis calling me forth. Couldn't go to the store to get medicine- oh, and I was almost out of smokes too for those few minutes I could steal away to go out on the patio. Still no fucking coffee.

Mid-day, I was stealing a minute to eat something, when I felt a crunch that shouldn't be there. Hmm.. could be something new they added in lunch meat- but then... no. A piece of my filling had broken out of my back molar. Fucking awesome. (And no fucking coffee.)

So here it is a week later- one child went back to school on Wednesday- the other has missed an entire week of class, and still has a fever- it's like the never ending ick. Ever had a kid with a fever for 6 fucking days? They get irritable not only from feeling like shit, but from being restricted to bed or the couch for a week. (How about a wife dealing with a sick kid for 6 fucking days? Pity the husband.) We've been to Peds- for nothing, except the bastard being typically late, and as unhelpful as usual. He didn't offer me coffee, either, just a healthy shovelful of bullshit, as if I were one of his typical panicky mothers.

More of my filling has turned to bits everyday, and only about 50% of it is in tact. Makes me hate the son of a bitch dentist years ago who put it in when I asked for Silver and he said he doesn't do that At the time he said this white shit was safer. Safer for who? The poor bastard who has to go in and replace it and pray my dental-phobic ass doesn't bite his digits off?. Fuck wad- my silver fillings are 25 years old and still there- this one? Well- about 8 years old and falling apart.

I missed a dental appointment I made when I was sure this thing would have run it's course by week's end, my son is still febrile, coughing and miserable. Husband is still broken, and the daughter is grumpy because her big brother can't go out to play with her.

At least I finally got some coffee.