Sonofabitch. My FSA check hasn't come yet and I needed it before the due date on our CC to pay it off like we do every month. It didn't come and I forgot to transfer the money from savings, so we just got hit with a $63 interest charge. Ugh.
I'd call and ask them to waive it. I missed a payment earlier this year because I was out of town and thought I had scheduled one. I asked if they could waive the late fee and interest and they did.
I may call later to ask. I paid a portion, but was waiting on the check for the rest. We'll see what happens.
Well crap. Turns out SIL #1 is already in town (thought she was driving here from DC today but she did it last night). SIL #2 is on her way to town, and told her sister she would pick up "fixings" for dinner which in her hippiespeak could mean anything. This means either she is going to want to cook us all dinner at FIL's house (aka where SIL #1 is staying) or she is going to want to cook dinner at MY house. While J is at work thus leaving me to fend for myself with the two of them, take care of AJ, and keep him and our idiot anxious dog from terrorizing SIL #2's big, sweet old dog. Did I mention the house is kind of a mess? Someone pass the wine.
Post by hilwithonelary on Nov 26, 2014 13:47:43 GMT -5
Our new couch and chair arrived today. I haaaaate the couch. I must not have sat on it enough to realize how uncomfortable it is. I mostly sat in the chair, which is perfectly comfortable. The couch is very shallow. I sit cross legged 98% of the time, and there isn't enough depth for me to do that. The chair is several inches deeper. So weird.
I think I'm going to pay the stupid 25% restocking fee to return it. I just hate it too much.
H ended up taking C to the doctor. Prescribed him a steroid inhaler and a different rescue inhaler that hopefully won't turn him into a hyper, non-sleeping hot mess like albuterol. I really hope we're not going to have to go down the asthma road with him--I've been there my whole life and it really sucks.
H is going back into work, so I'll take over when I get home, then the ILs can watch him for a bit while I pick up his prescriptions and make a last-minute grocery run.
I don't know why anyone bothers to shop on Black Friday anymore. I went to the outlet mall today (in lieu of getting an oil change; oops) and almost every store had 50% the whole store, and it wasn't crowded at all. I also bought some stuff online at Kohl's yesterday for the same prices as on BF. It seems to be the new trend this year - for stores to have BF prices all week.
DD has been home with me all week, and its been super hard to work with her here and having to be in our living room instead of my office. DH has the day off today, so I was hoping he would take DD and I could lock myself in my office and catch up with work. What has he done today? Gone to Home Depot to buy a leaf blower (WTF?!) and is now going to the grocery store. I'm laying on my bed with the TV on and DD also watching Frozen on my phone. DH said he has yard work to do and I got pissed and said he isn't respecting the fact that I ACTUALLY WORK FROM HOME and I legit need to work, without a toddler hanging all over me.
I have a flammable…I went from a not-breezy-at-all-FTM to a maybe-a-little-too-breezy-STM-to-be…
Turns out my PCP and I had a miscommunication and I managed to miss a pre-natal visit, actually, two…essentially I was supposed to go see her at 11 weeks…which she told me about but she said (as it turns out) in passing, that she was concerned about my blood pressure…I went to see her about something else at 10 weeks, she checked my BP at the time and it was fine, I thought nothing of it and cancelled my appointment for the next week - I didn't know it was a prenatal appointment, I thought it was just about my BP…anyways, then I made an appointment for this week to talk about when I was going to be referred to the OB and it turns out I should have had a pre-natal appointment this week too (which I ended up having today). I don't know why she never contacted me - clearly we both made a huge oversight. I just feel like an ass. Essentially we saw her at 7 weeks, then I had an U/S at 12 weeks (that was fine), and then I didn't really think anything of it. Anyways, baby is fine, heartbeat was awesome, etc, etc…
I have a flammable…I went from a not-breezy-at-all-FTM to a maybe-a-little-too-breezy-STM-to-be…
Turns out my PCP and I had a miscommunication and I managed to miss a pre-natal visit, actually, two…essentially I was supposed to go see her at 11 weeks…which she told me about but she said (as it turns out) in passing, that she was concerned about my blood pressure…I went to see her about something else at 10 weeks, she checked my BP at the time and it was fine, I thought nothing of it and cancelled my appointment for the next week - I didn't know it was a prenatal appointment, I thought it was just about my BP…anyways, then I made an appointment for this week to talk about when I was going to be referred to the OB and it turns out I should have had a pre-natal appointment this week too (which I ended up having today). I don't know why she never contacted me - clearly we both made a huge oversight. I just feel like an ass. Essentially we saw her at 7 weeks, then I had an U/S at 12 weeks (that was fine), and then I didn't really think anything of it. Anyways, baby is fine, heartbeat was awesome, etc, etc…
So maybe a tad too breezy. Sigh.
While I don't have your history, when I was pg with #2 I talked to my midwife and asked if I could have my first appt at 12 weeks since there really wasn't any point of anything before then (they don't do any u/s before 20 weeks unless medically indicated ).
I wouldn't worry about it, especially since everything is fine with the baby!
Does anyone remember YM magazine? The restaurant thread from earlier and the "what will you never live down" thread from yesterday made me think of that page they had at the end where people shared embarrassing stories. And it was basically a requirement that the word "mortified" was in there, hah.
I loved that magazine! Embarrassing stories was one of the best features.
So, N's 4 month appointment didn't go so great. I thought he had gained more weight than he had. He's in the 5th percentile as opposed to the 20th at the last appointment. She also thinks he isn't quite as strong as he should be. Then she looked at J, sitting in the chair playing with my phone, and said "Looks like he's getting pink eye." It's borderline, but she gave me medicine for it just in case.
I am so pissed and seriously want to tell my mother to just stay the fuck home tomorrow.
(This will be long.)
Thanksgiving is normally at my dad's but it was rescheduled due to a football game. Fine. We had already planned to go over to DH's family's Thanksgiving if they would have it after 5 (they happily agreed, only bringing a dessert and wine, easy). Morning's free so my sisters and I offer to have Thanksgiving with my mom and grandma at my house. They are thrilled. Decide to make everything at their houses then bring it to mine. Keeping it low-key.
YEAH, it's NOT low-key, my mom is acting like a spoilt 4 year old bc she asked what time she should come and I told her to let me know what time she needs to come because I don't know what all she needs to do, so just tell me and it's fine. It comes out that she was going to cook here. Fine, don't care, but now she's pissed because I apparently don't know her entire to-do list and what time she should be here. So, now she doesn't "feel well and doesn't want to get anyone sick" so she's just going to drop the food off and go home. What the fuck ever.
Oh, and instead of grocery store rolls, my grandmother is insisting on making the dough and bringing it over for me to punch down and then section out and put in tins. Kind of pissed, I don't do breads, I wasn't asked, and I'm making dishes for 3 Thanksgivings, don't give me extra crap to do that is 100% unnecessary.
We had talked about having everyone at the house for Christmas morning. Fuck that, no. DH, DD, and I are going to enjoy a nice, quiet Christmas at home, by ourselves.
Post by SallySparrow on Nov 26, 2014 17:56:55 GMT -5
I need an intervention re: buying stuff for A. Her Christmas presents are out of control. And Gymboree is having a sale and there are so many cute outfits. And shoes! Must. Not. Buy.
In other news, I hate my job. Luckily i start the new one next week!
Post by chickens987 on Nov 26, 2014 19:10:54 GMT -5
H is still being stubborn and refusing to attend Thanksgiving with my family tomorrow. We will see when the time comes, but I wouldn't be surprised if it's just DD and me.
We totally phoned it in on the parenting front today. Too much TV, didn't leave the house, and DD stayed in her pjs all day. At least she got a bath and clean ones before bed?