Outlook...Okay

Three things I'm looking forward to:

1.) Payday. Granted, it'll only be about 2/3 the size of my last paycheck, but it'll be a paycheck. The first in nearly 5 months.

2.) My big brother is coming home! He lives in Ohio and only makes it home about 3 times a year. He always manages to make it home in August. And he'll be here for a week!

3.) The daughter's 2nd birthday! The husband and I have a huge party planned for her and I am soooo excited about it!

Three things I am not looking forward to:

1.) Another loooong week of work. These people have seriously got to give me something to do. I'm so tired of hearing people say, "It's so hectic around here!" or "We're sooo busy!" or "I've got so much to do I don't even know where to start!" Gimme a break.

2.) My big brother leaving to go back to Ohio. It breaks my heart every time! I wish he would just move back home already. Or that we could move to Ohio. Hmmm, there's an idea...

3.) The daughter's 2nd birthday! My. Baby. Is. Turning. Two.

The Big Day

I had my night-before-the-first-day-of-work routine planned out in my head for several days. Pick out clothes, accessories, and shoes, get the daughter's bag ready, set alarm clock, set coffee maker to have strong, hot coffee ready by 6 a.m., give Teagan a bath and get her in bed by 8:30, be in bed by 9:00, asleep by 10:00. Long story short, I crawled into bed at 11:30 p.m. without the faintest idea of what I would be wearing today.

I arrived at the office only to find that one of my bosses has a fat little dog named "Sugar" that accompanies her to the office every single day. I was surprised to find that the grayish silver rollie pollie with very few teeth and several bald spots had just turned four. I'd have guessed 24. I was thrilled to find that "Sugar" expected me to pet her and actually pretend to like dogs after each and every one of her fifteen trips outside each day. Can you say hand sanitizer?

Another long sotry short...I met three Richards, three Mikes, two Jimmys and a handful of people who go by their last names and as I tried to wake myself enough to stumble out the door at 5 o'clock, I was really wondering..."Hoooooly shit, when's payday???"

Kudos to me for not crying when the husband left to take the daughter to daycare, for not slapping the boss when she told me I "won't always be this bored" the thirty-seventh time, and for planning on going back tomorrow.

Meet The Husband

The husband does MMA (mixed martial arts). This past Saturday he participated in a grappling tournament. That afternoon he noticed a small bump on his right arm, near his arm pit. He showed it to me, mentioning that it itched and burned.

Sunday the bump was a little bigger and beginning to bother him, both itching and hurting. Sunday night his bicep was red and swollen.

Monday he went to the doctor. He was told he has a bacterial infection in a hair folicule. He got a shot and a prescription for antibiotics.

Tuesday he went back to the doctor for another shot.

Wednesday he went back to the doctor for another shot.

Today, we have this:

Tomorrow, we are going back to the doctor for, hopefully, yet hopefully not, some lancing. I can hardly wait to see what's inside that thing.