Not gonna lie...

I'm having a hard time being thankful today. This weekend has been a total joke. I seriously feel like I MUST be on candid camera because it's so ridiculous that it can't really be my life.

*** Feel free to stop reading if you don't want to hear me vent. ***

So, I've had a bladder infection for 18 days. Yep, go ahead and read that again. 18 frickin' days. I've been to the doctor twice in that time period (without health insurance) and I've basically been home bound except for the end of last week when I started my new job and miraculously started feeling a bit better. If you've never had a bladder infection--count yourself extremely blessed. They are absolutely awful. Danny's been sick with a nasty cold and has been coughing up a bunch of garbage. Cole is seriously NEVER sick and yesterday he came home from church early with a fever and chills. I was already home trying to rest and had to get a substitute for a calling that is VERY hard to find a sub for. Everyone is afraid of Singing Time. The lady that ended up doing it told Danny "it was rough, but we got through it". What does that mean? It was Christmas music...anywho, by evening Cole was totally fine. This morning he wakes up at the crack of dawn (earlier than his normal crack of dawn debut) and has another, even higher fever. To top things off--somehow (not a CLUE how) I injured my knee over the weekend and I've been limping and barely able to stand on it for long periods of time. Well guess what I do for my entire shift at work? Stand. I never had a knee injury while I had a desk job but now that I'm on my feet all morning, I get hurt. WHYYYYYYYY??? I canNOT go to the doctor again. I could handle being sick and having my knee hurt if I didn't have to work but of course we have to add in the guilt of calling in sick on my 3rd day on the job. I'm so embarrassed. I pride myself on being dependable and when I'm referred by the Assistant Principal--there's some expectation that I'm not going to totally suck and be undependable. Alas, I had to call in. It felt like crap. I know Cole is more important than a part-time job, but I'm not mad at HIM. I'm mad at the situation. Why are things happening the WAY they're happening WHEN they're happening? Danny is working a 10 hour shift, the house is a disaster and I'm a gimp. Maybe I'll have something positive to say tomorrow. Until then, this is all I've got. :( 

The worst part is: there's more. But this is all I can share on the blog (you never know who might be reading)...