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What goes up, must come down...

Ok, this past week has been so awful (though it's had it's bright points, but I'll get to those in a minute), that I can't even begin to explain how numb and spaced and just surreal I feel right now...

Early last week I contracted a headcold, which led to several nights of little or no sleep, but ran it's course relatively straightforwardly, with no real sinusitis, which was a definite positive...

Then we had Bryn birthday, which was also a big positive.

After Bryn's birthday though, things started the roll down hill. I guess it started with an overwhelming tiredness. Monday wasn't too bad, but on Tuesday morning I woke up just feeling completely physically and emotionally drained. Luckily, I wasn't going to playgroup that day, so I pretty much blobbed around in my PJs, until I caught a cab to pick the boys up. The cab was running late but one of the mums from Erik's class was kind enough to wait with the boys, unasked...

Wednesday was just a blur of crap. Couldn't go to BaBs, but also probably was still feeling pretty wiped out and was still putting that down to overextertion at the weekend. Picked the boys up from school again in a cab, but this time it all ran like clockwork so no having to hold other people up... Oh and council workers turned up and ripped up half the footpath outside our house without any notice whatsoever... Not to mention getting a call from s-dad to say mum was in hospital with a bad gallbladder attack and was looking at two seperate operations over the next 6 weeks...

Thursday was stressful because Dave had missed work on Monday, and thought he had an appointment with Erik on Thursday morning, turned out the appt. was for Wednesday, so he missed it, but at least this meant he could get a couple of more hours of work done, before picking the boys up for me because hail was predicted. The council workers returned to pull up more footpath, and managed to cut off our electricity for a little while in the process. Did a mass load of dishes and cleaning up here (not that you could tell looking around here right now), and ended up with contractiony back spasm things for hours afterwards. Went to the homebirth meet, only to discover it wasn't a homebirth meet afterall, because of some necessary rescheduling, but rather a breastfeeding info. session with Pinky McKay (ok, that's not really bad, I enjoy Pinky any time, she's cool! It's just that I was kind of looking forward to talking about my homebirth and next months meet will likely be my last before having this baby, so I was a bit disappointed, and then there were the back spasms)... Consoled myself with KFC on the way home though, thanks to Jen's never ending patience and generosity with her time...

Today was the clincher... It started with a realisation on my part that the small itchy patch near my right eye had spread a bit and was tingling/burn ever so slightly. Putting 2 and 2 together, it dawned on me this might be a resurgence of the shingles virus I had back in Autumn 06... So, booked an appointment with my doctor, called a cab (which had to maneuvre around the cement that was kindly ripping up the grass on our nature strip in order to pour new cement where our old, perfect FINE footpath had been at the start of the week)... Yep, shingles, nope Dr wasn't going to prescribe the rather effective meds that would prevent further blistering and pain, because they're not fully tested on humans, so he wanted the benefits to outweigh the possible risks before he prescribed the meds. So, instead he prescribes fish oil, selenium, and REST. No stress....

Hahahahahaha!

So, I go get the scripts filled and decide the 2.5 hour wait till picking the boys up from school is too long, and I come home again. At 3.15pm, I ring the cab company and book a "wait and return" cab. I'm very specific about this, because I want to be sure the driver will drive me to the school, wait to pick the boys up (basically no waiting at all), and then drive us home. The cab takes a little while to show up, but never mind. Then the driver tells me he won't do a "wait and return" because it's knock off time. He would drive me 35 minutes to the airport, but a 1 minutes round trip to the school is just too much to ask. He says my choices are to let him drop me at the school and take my chances getting a cab home, or he can call for another cab, and specifiy the "wait and return" again. Rather than possibly being stranded with three kids in the rain, all strung out (remember the no stress prescription, rofl), I tell him to call another cab. I wait another 15 minutes, but no one turns up. I go inside and call the company, get a girl, tell her my situation, she says there's a booking on the computer for me, and she'll just check what's holding it up and puts me on hold... 5 minutes later, I get a DIFFERENT girl, I tell her another girl is checking on my cab, but now my kids have been waiting outside the school gate for 20 minutes... She says she'll go and check on it for me, and puts me on hold... 10 minutes later, I get a guy. I tell him he's the third person I've spoken to and I want to speak to a supervisor NOW!!! Another 5 minute wait. I tell the supervisor my story, bursting into tears at the same time because now it's past 4pm and the "call waiting" on my phone is either the school ringing or Dave ringing because the school has rung them...

The supervisor agrees that if I booked a "wait and return" then I SHOULD get a cabbie who is prepared to do that job. She also says she's having trouble securing a cab for me. Dave calls my mobile, and I tell her I have to take the call, I say hello to Dave, tell him I'm on the other phone with a supervisor, then go to talk to her again, and she's hung up!!!

I tell Dave I'm going to call Jen now, and tell the school I'll will be picking the kids up and to just send them to after school care.

I call Jen, in tears, poor woman must think I'm totally incompetant (ok, Jen, I know you're going to saying that of course you don't feel that, but I guess that's how I was feeling about myself)...

Jen agrees to take me to the school to pick the boys up, and just then a cab shows up, but I ask Jen to do the job anyway, because I'm afraid if I hang up from her this cabbie will also say no to doing a wait and return. I go out to the cab and tell him I've had to make other arrangements, he can't get out of there fast enough (probably feeling pretty miffed at having to deal with a half sodden, crazed preggo woman)...

I call Dave and ask him to let the school know we'll be there in 10 minutes and not to put the kids in aftercare because that'll be an automatic $21 fee... He says there's no way they won't put the kids in care because they already gave him a serve for us making them watch the kids in the first place, and we are NEVER to ask them to do that again because the boys misbehaved (well, hmmmm, we never asked them in the first place, and besides it turns out one of the other mums - same as earlier in the week - was watching them outside, so why have a go at us???)...

So, not only are we stressed about getting to the kids, and I'm not supposed to be stressed because it will worsen the shingles, but now the school is treating us like negligent parents as well... Wonderful...

Anyway, I pretty much decided then and there that whatever the cost, I'm booking both boys into after school care EVERY day because none of this is worth all this stress and powerlessness and judgement. I get the Carer Provider number from the afterschool care people, and the minute I got home I called Centrelink to see what they could offer us as far as child care rebate goes...

WELL FINALLY some good news...

First the lady said, on our estimated income we could get 91% rebated. I asked if it was the same for two kids, and she said that for two kids it was a 98% rebate. Then she goes, "Oh hang on a minute, you're on a pension, well, in that case it's actually a 104% rebate..." Ok, I don't know what a 104% rebate would look like - obviously they're not going to pay up to leave the kids in care... But anyway, whoo hoo, a SAFETY NET. Probably a nearly free safety net. If I can't get to school in time, or if I need Dave to pick them up on the way home from school, it's ok, they'll have a snack and play with friends...

In other good news, the real estate agent told me today that the owners are going to replace our gas heater which has been humming in a really high pitched way for the past week or so, meaning we keep having to turn it off or risk losing our hearing...

I also got two LOVELY newborn nappies as a gift from a talent new nappy maker!

Mum might get away with having just one operation afterall...

Anyway, that's my big vent, hopefully I can just move on now...

Comments

Juniper said…
OMG! Even though I was involved LOL, I still feel exhausted reading it all written out like that!

Lots of GRRRR to all the shitty things that happened, but huge YEAH re: 104% rebate (they pay *you* to have your kids in care? very weird that extra 4% huh LOL - not complaining though huh!)

And you know, any time! I would *never* think of you as incompetant!
Amanda O. said…
OMG what a ROLLERCOASTER!!! I think that's enough to make anyone feel supremely overwhelmed!

The disasters aside the 104% rebate thing sounds pretty ace... at least it saves you a lot of stress and pressure for certain and I'm allllll for anything that makes life a bit easier - so sure you are too! LOL
Nic said…
OMG sounds awful ! Poor you !

Hope next week is boring and predicitable and stress free.

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