Men Are Such Babies!

No pictures yet, and I'll explain why in a sec.

This morning, I wake up with a raging kidney infection. I know it's a kidney infection because I've been through this SOOO many times. I was unable to get out of bed because I hurt so much. I called Mary, the vile woman, and told her I would be unable to bring Jennifer in the morning, that I would have her there by noon though. I explained that I had a kidney infection, had been up most of the night, Jenny had a bad dream last night, had been up half the night, and we needed to sleep a little bit longer. Thank god LeeAnna gets herself up in the morning, and when she came in at 7:30 to ask if she could take a shower, I told her yes, but she needed to be extremely quick about it. She finished up by 8, and when she got out, I asked her to wake her brother up and tell him to get ready. When she went into his room, I heard him wake up, and start crying because he just really doesn't feel good. When he wakes up like that, I know he's not faking, so I said he could stay home. Now I had to get out of bed to call the school and let them know. I asked LeeAnna if she really wanted to go to school, or if she would mind staying home and helping me out. She really wanted to go to school. Okay.

At 9:30 Dave calls me and asks me to look for his keys. He can't find his keys. This is very important because both the shop keys are on his chain. Very important keys. I look around, look through all 5 of his work jackets that are here, look everywhere they would be if they were here. I go out into the cold, look through the van. No keys. He calls back, asking me if I looked here, or did I look there, which I did, and I assure him that I understand how important those keys are, and that if I had found them, I would call him. He says he's afraid he lost them in the parking lot at either his work, or the grocery store. I call the grocery store to ask if they had any keys that had been turned in the night before. Nope. Yay. That means that his keys were on the ground at his work. They plowed the parking lot this morning. Which means that his keys are now somewhere in the snowbank behind his work. HUGE SNOWBANK!!! Seems every 30 minutes he's calling to check on the status of looking for his keys. Remember now, I have a horrible kidney infection that makes it hurt real bad to breath, let alone wander around our house.

I get online to search for doctors that are covered on my new insurance. Find out that I got the "deductible" insurance instead of the co-pay, which means that I will have to pay for the entire visit completely out of pocket. I have no money. YAY! This is a good day. I can't go see a doctor. I've been contemplating all day if I should go to the ER. I can go there for only $50. It would be cheaper.

This is the part where I get to Dave's role.

I've never said anything but wonderful, caring, and loving things about this man of mine. So, it was only a matter of time that he would do something to piss me off enough to get on here and rant and rave to the whole world (Okay, so not the whole world, but my little one, nonetheless!). For the past month, I have been the most wonderful, caring, non-nagging GF/Wife/Baby Momma that a guy could ever ask for. I rub his back everynight when he's falling asleep, have dinner ready when he gets home, keeping the house spotless, laundry done. I haven't nagged him about a damn thing, not even taking out the trash, or emptying the cat litter box (which, since it's his damn cat, is his damn job!). I've been taking care of everything. I keep reminding myself that he's working 2 jobs to support us and get out of debt so we can buy our own house soon. Then he gets a damn cold.

Most women who are in a relationship know that when a man gets even the smallest cold, they become completely incapacitated. Whining, complaining, and completely helpless, they essentially turn into babys.

But, when a few days into his cold, when I have been OH SO UNDERSTANDING and completely sympathetic, I should develop a kidney infection, suddenly it's a match game. I mention how I am in so much pain right now and he has to tell me how miserable he is. Thanks for downplaying my infection and making it all about you again. (I do have to mention here that he did ask his mom to watch the baby for the night so we could rest tonight) Then, when I ask for him to get the Tylenol for me, because I have a pounding head-ache, and can't take Advil (It's filtered through the kidneys....not good with a kidney infection), when he can't find the damn bottle, I get major attitude, like he's breaking his back to take care of me or something.

Today was little man's 4 month check up, and while he was just adorable as ever at his appointment, so much so that the poor nurse felt so bad about having to give him a shot, she said she couldn't look at him and could I please lean over him while she does it?? (He only cried for about 2 seconds after the shot, then gave her a big smile to let her know he wasn't mad at her!!) He was all fine and dandy until 6 p.m. when Dave's mom is supposed to show up to pick him up. Then he just starts wailing. Poor little guy. His mom and sister arrive, take the baby, say it will be fine. 10 p.m. his mom calls and you can barely hear her over him screaming in the back-ground. I say bring him home, he more than likely just misses Mommy. She's on her way. She gets here, and he's happy again. Go figure.

Oh did I forget to mention that over the course of the day, my kidney infection is now in BOTH kidneys? Not just one side, but both. Greeeeaaaaaat! I'm definitely going to the ER tomorrow. I don't care if I still can't find a babysitter and I have to drag all 4 with me, I'm going damn it.

So there you have it. My wonderful day. No pics yet, but maybe if I'm lucky I will be able to get them up before Aaron graduates from Yale. I'm not holding my breath though!

Until next time, Ciao Baby! (And here's a tip.....drink WATER!!! And LOTS of it!)


P.S.~ I forgot to mention that we did find his keys. In my seriously pain induced haze, I didn't see them under all the valentines candy on the kitchen table. Heave a huge sigh of relief.

I also left out the fact that Adam, my poor little guy, has been so miserable all day. Just laying there, not doing anything, sleeping on and off all day. I hope he gets better soon.

And I would like to say again, how completely pissed off I am that my own BF/Hubby/Baby Daddy is being such a prick about all this just because "he doesn't feel good"........ I stick my tongue out at him!!