Vacation update

I posted a blog about our vacation including pictures at the girl's blog. I ate entirely too much delicious fast food and had a great time. The car ride was LONG, but the girls did great. I haven't had 2 seconds to breathe since we got home. I have been working all weekend, and can't wait for Tuesday to get here to have a bit of a break. I will post a better blog later... I am off to work for the night, once again.

Exhausted with no sleep in sight.

I have T minus 23 hours and change until we are on the road to North Carolina. Do you think that I have everything ready? Of course not. I need to leave the house by 7am (which would be in like 3 hours) to head toward GL to get our oil changed. My brother is saving us some cash by doing it himself, but requests that I am out there at like 8am, so he can race. Whatever, I will survive/suffer. I have to close the bar tomorrow night, combine that with last minute packing before/after work... yeh, that sleep that I want. Sooooooo.not.happening.

Really?

Could thing be going well? Honestly, I am asking because it always seems that I am looking over my shoulder and wondering when will shit hit the fan. Rob has been busting his ass lately making money. He hit the craigslist listings across the country and is doing well. I mean, fantastic. :) My computer dork is making a living being a dork. He actually had a company based in Brooklyn call him. He was one of TWO people they called. He is also the front runner after they talked to him company that would fly him out there to meet with him. A company that would help pay the bills in a big way... a nationally (if not internationally known) company. This could lead to a great business venture for him... if it pans out. Here is my issue... he is a man of many big dreams. I can't fault him for that. I just once would love to see his big plans happen. I know that he CAN be THE go to guy. I just haven't seen it happen. I am tired of having hopes to see them gone when he gets another great idea. I sound selfish right now, but after 5 years (almost) of hearing of all of these great opportunities, and seeing nothing... I am a bit sceptical. I am 28 with 2 kids, I have wants/dreams of my own. (Am I realizing them while working as a bartender... yeh, not so much... ) I realize that I could be going out and getting my degree... or starting the business that I want to, or getting a steady 9-5 job, and I am not. I am not doing those things at the moment because #1 it is scary as hell and I am a wimp. #2 I am not willing to let my kids be brought up by someone else at the moment. I love the fact that they only times they have been away are with my parents. #3 He likes being the provider. #4 I don't mind where I am at right now. I just wonder if by me stepping aside and being afraid to take the leaps that I should be taking will effect my dreams in the long run. (My dreams being: owning a house, getting married, having a degree, having my own event planning business, having another baby/babies.) Fingers crossed...

so much for being responsible

I was trying to be responsible. I meet with an AFLAC rep last week and bought 4 policies to cover me and the girls. It just so happened that Arabel ended up going to the ER with an injury. I am trying to make a claim... which is the idea of supplemental insurance. I get paid when an injury occurs. Well, an injury occurred and I am trying to get paid. The stupid hospital will not give me the information that I need. WILL NOT. I was very short with the lady on the phone... Rob spent hours yesterday getting transferred around and 13 different numbers to call. When he thought that he just might have finally got someone who could help, he got hung up on. I waited on hold for 35 minutes before I spoke to someone. They told me, "Sorry, we don't use that form. Oh and since she has Medicaid, they won't give you what you need." What in the hell do you mean, too bad?? Anyway you look at it I am pissed. I was pissed about the fact that I am getting money taken out of my check for something that I am not going to be able to use. Then, I calmed down and called my rep. He told me to send in everything that I have, he is hoping that AFLAC can work some magic and get me what I need. Fingers crossed.

a tisket, a TASKet.

Rob so kindly volunteered me to do some work for his dad. Neat right? I thought so, until I realized that this TASK (see what I did there with the title... clever right? I thought so. HA!) blows donkey nuts to put it lightly. Rob thought that he was negotating a better price for this job. (Going from $20/hour to $1/minute of phone call.) Basically, my crap-tastic job is to transcribe all of these bajillion phones calls to an excel spread sheet so there is written record. Sounds super easy right? Yeh, well it isn't the brainiest (wow, I am pretty sure I just made up that word) thing that I have ever done... but it sucks. Sucks, sucks, sucks, sucks, sucks... really bad. Did I mention that it sucks? I started with a 24 minute phone call. 24 minutes=$24. Yeh, I have been doing it for like 3 hours. There are kids in sweat shops in China making more than I am. I already told Rob that he needs to re-negotiate my "contract". This dollar a minute thing is for the birds.

Family blog

If you are so inclined... I have a started a blog for our families to keep up with pictures and stuff with the girls. http://waldohorvathgirls.blogspot.com/ :)

not cut out for this

Monday was not my favorite day this week. Arabel woke me up by screaming in pain. I figured it was teething but was exhausted (I closed all weekend, so I was lacking in the sleep dept.) I rocked her and held her for hours before calming her enough for us to grab a tiny nap together. She woke up screaming again. I checked her mouth and she had gotten another molar that morning and had another one ready to pop through. (For those keeping tabs, that would be molar #3 ready to surface.) After she stopped wailing, she just laid on the couch. My vibrant 14 month old just laid there. I had noticed that she was babying her left arm, but upon my inspection there was no swelling or bruising. I head to work and get a frantic call around 7:30. Rob says she needs to go to the ER... NOW. I can hear her in the background screeching in pain. He fills me in that Emma had come to him and admitted to jumping up and down while holding her arm, she thought that she had hurt Arabel. I am at work and officially in a panic. Our friend Dan was at the bar eating dinner. He grabbed the keys and took off to our house. He stayed with Emma while Rob took Arabel into the ER. They went to the new-ish peds ER and it was a short visit (well, short as ERs go.) Arabel had what is called Nursemaid's elbow (or for those med students subluxation of the radial head) which is a partial dislocation of her elbow. A very quick pop and she was as good as new. I was VERY relieved to say the least when I got the phone call that they were on their way home and Arabel was laughing and back to her normal self.
I am soooo not cut out for my kids being hurt. This was the first ER visit needed since I have been a mom. I am however very grateful that I signed up for AFLAC supplemental insurance last week. My plan went into effect on Sunday and here it is Tuesday and I am filing my first claim. I am even more grateful for the fact that Arabel is now fine. Whew. Let's not do that any time soon.