I didn’t get to play with my laptop this weekend because our wifi wasn’t working. Today, GoDaddy and the majority of its sites (including mine) were down, so I wasn’t able to log in from work. Comcast came tonight to fix our internet. And for the past three hours, I’ve been migrating all of my data to my new laptop. Took longer than I thought it would. Whew, I’m finally online!
I’ve been nursing a slight cold since returning from vacation—a cold that I’ve now passed onto Dean. We turned in early last night to get plenty of sleep before Monday morning, but at 11:30pm one of Dean’s drunk friends called asking if he could spend the night. What middle-aged, engaged idiot calls his married friend in the middle of the night?! Call your fiancé! Call your single guy friends who you were just hanging out with! Don’t call your sick, hard-working friend who has to commute to his job early on a Monday morning. I was infuriated. It sounded like Dean was going to cave, but he even asked, “Can’t you stay with someone else?”
Speaking of immature, this weekend our un-shakeable friend concluded that we probably don’t have a kid because we have him. “I know seriously,” I rolled my eyes. “Can we adopt you so I can claim you as a dependent?”
My brilliant goddess-of-accounting mother took it upon herself to reconcile my Kaiser bill this weekend and still can’t make all the figures add up. “12 charges on one day? Aye!” She is only now realizing the magnitude of our health situation and has resigned, “It’s ok. If it happens, it happens.” I’ve felt so much pressure from family and friends to keep doing things (take these vitamins, do these drugs, see this doctor, see my acupuncturist, do IVF), I don’t know how much more I can take before I have a major breakdown. I understand now why women don’t like to talk about their infertility issues. Once you do, you open the advice floodgates. It was such a relief to know my mom isn’t echoing the pressure.