Wow, my Mr. Chewy order arrived quickly! I ordered from Mr. Chewy on Saturday, January 14th, and my order arrived on Wednesday, January 18th, 2012. Everything that I ordered was packed snugly into a securely-taped and well-marked package, which FedEx kindly left on my doorstep for me (along with a delivery notice that they taped to my door, which I don’t quite understand – you’re notifying me of a delivery that I’d trip over before seeing the note?!).
Leah, Blueboy, Kirin, Fritzy, and Minerva are all enjoying their treats (Leah demolished her Flossies Spiral Treat in two short days), and I’m glad to know that Leah is not only clean from her recent bath, but treated against fleas and ticks for the next three months.
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Disclosure: Mr. Chewy provided me with free products in exchange for my honest opinion.
This week’s You Capture theme is Colorful.
This is my camera strap. I ♥ it.
My brother told me he hates me, and doesn’t want to live here anymore (the ball has been set in motion as of this morning). My mother thinks I’m a lazy, stupid fat fuck who has a husband only because when I was a lazier, stupider, fatter fuck I found a loser who couldn’t “do any better”; wishes that my husband would drop dead of a stroke (overheard phone conversation); and thinks Ryan is a stupid, spoiled brat (what is it with my mother and her verbal attacks against her five year old, autistic grandson? I just don’t understand it.). My husband is seeing a doctor and is on anti-depressants and anti-anxiety medication. For that matter, I have a cat who is on anti-anxiety medication, and a dog who could probably benefit from some. Ryan has exhibited some behavioral issues that he is no doubt picked up from my brother, and he will no doubt have a delayed-reaction type of fallout from all of this a few weeks from now (thanks, autism) – I’m going to give his teachers and therapists a head’s up today. (Alyssa, thus far, has been abso-fucking-lutely-amazing in all of this. God I love that little girl, and appreciate her so much more for remaining calm, cool and collected when everyone and everything around her is falling apart.)
On the physical front, I am having yet another abdominal surgery in five days to hopefully fix the ongoing excruciating attacks of abdominal pain that have been plaguing me for over a year (hence the prescription for pain medication). I had two periods that were two weeks apart, another period that ended five days ago, and I am now spotting and cramping again. Each period is heavy, clotty, and super-painful (hence the prescription for low-dose muscle relaxants). I’ve had to reschedule my gynecologist appointment twice, and hopefully will be able to get in prior to my rescheduled surgery, which has been moved to the 31st – the same day as my gynecologist appointment. My right foot’s fifth metatarsal stress fracture is looking or feeling no better, despite me wearing a walking cast since the end of September. Contacting an orthopedic specialist is on the to-do list – with everything else going on, I just haven’t gotten around to it yet. I’m having sleep issues (surprise, surprise), and once I wake up, whether it’s after 7 hours of sleep or just 3.5, I can rarely fall back asleep.
Oh, and Ryan and I went to the doctor on Monday, and were both diagnosed with bronchitis (he also has an ear infection, again – I guess he never fully kicked the one he had right before Christmas). So now it’s crunch time, where despite all of this ongoing stress and drama I have to get over this ASAP, so I don’t have to reschedule next week’s surgery. Bring on the antibiotics, vitamin C, clear fluids, and rest!
Yet with all of this I still chug along: work, housework, family time, husband time, kid time, a little bit of me time when there’s enough time left over.
But with the exception of miniature, short-lived meltdowns, I never lose my focus of remaining positive, focusing on the positive, and moving forward. But some days – like today, where I am exceptionally weepy and curse-y (just ask Dan) – it’s hard. Damn hard.
Oh my gosh, Zippies.Are these cute or what?! Zippies are little keychain doo-hickies that you can hang from zippers, not only for the cuteness factor, or the identifying factor if your child and another child have identical coats or backpacks, but also to provide any adult who may find your child if he/she should become lost (god forbid), with contact info. You don’t write your child’s name on a Zippie (I would never recommend that, especially since it’s hanging in such a visible place), instead, you write your name and your telephone number on the back of the Zippie. Cute, and functional.
Zippies have been hanging on Alyssa’s backpack, Ryan’s backpack, their lunch bags, and their water bottles for several months now, and they’re still hanging on, just as brightly-colored and cute as ever. Hopefully they’ll never have to be used for more than a cute adornment.
Many thanks to Zippies for the awesome product review opportunity!
Read the full review at In My Bag.
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Disclosure: Zippies provided me with free products in exchange for my honest opinion.
