Thursday, July 12, 2012

Here's My Bathroom. Like you care.

Confession:  I read blogs in secret that aren't on my bloglist.  Sometimes I read blogs that I might not even necessarily like just so that I can be like, "What?  Really?  Are you seriously showing us your bathroom?"  Now some people might actually care about bathrooms.  I care about mine.  I use it every day.  I mean I have a whole pinterest board dedicated to bathrooms because ONE day I hope to redo my bathroom!

I grew up in a simple brick house with three bedrooms and two bathrooms.  Luxury compared to the washrooms that my parents had growing up.  My mom is sixty-seven years old, the youngest of eight children.  She grew up dirt poor. Not exaggerating. They had an outhouse.  Not lying.  My dad was rich comparitively as they got indoor plumbing when he was only sixteen.  So really, I'm SPOILED!  Now here is a brief bathroom history of my life (HAHA):
  • In college I shared one bathroom with six other girls.
  • First apartment with roommates shared a bathroom.
  • First apartment by myself had my very own bathroom all by myself! yay! For about seven months til CM made his way into my house!
  • Our next house was fancy.  A townhome with 3BR/2.5B.  We shared the house with Chris's sister so she got the "master" and I had to share a bathroom with a boy! gross!
  • Next house: 3BR/2B for two people.  Again spoiled.
  • Next house: 3BR/2B for two people and a baby.  Spoiled brats.
  • THIS house:
Here is our master bath:

And here is our guest bathroom:

And here is our bathroom just for our kids:
So we have THREE bathrooms! hahahahaha

Now, if  you are one of those people who actually have three bathrooms, Congratulations!  And if you want to blog about your bathrooms, I say go for it!  I mean I'm doing it!  But don't, DON'T complain about how hard it is to clean your WHIRLPOOL tub!!

You're probably thinking this bathroom isn't THAT bad, because that's what I thought at first glance.  It was one of the first things we had on the to-do list when we bought the house almost two YEARS ago, but we ran out of money and babies took over our lives.  Now, you may think that is some nice classic tile on the walls, but it is not.  It is one solid sheet of glossy plastic faux tile.  That tub is a 1955 orignial though!  I don't know what's going on with the shower walls though because they stop at an awkard height and there is plywood behind it!  Yes, plywood!  What?  I'm really afraid of redoing the bathroom because I'm afraid of all the problems the destruction of it will uncover.  That floortile is linoleum and even the walls are not drywall, but again some sort of shiny plastic material with unrepairable holes drilled all in it.  The medicine cabinet is also original to the house.  There are some nice storage shelves behind the door and it is not too small of a space.  There is NO vent though!  I have made some improvements: It has a shower curtain, a rug, some curtains on the window, a laundry basket, some candles, and a lot of unorganized fashion baskets with crap in them on the open shelves.  I'll post the AFTER picture next year, or maybe the next... Humble enough to be thankful for one working toilet:)

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Who dat is? My Baby Daddy.

Yesterday, I braved the doctor's office with two small children.  One well check-up, one sick.  Who knew it could be so complicated to have two children seen at the same time?  I called the day before to set up the appointments and they don't schedule sick visits the day before, but I was able to talk to a nurse and have the two appointments back to back with the same doctor.  Or so I thought.  Apparently I scheduled two appointments with two different doctors.  The receptionist was just as confused as I was and couldn't understand why I would do such a thing.  Well, I didn't mean to and didn't realize I had.  I really wanted to see the NP that I'm used to, but got stuck with a doctor that I don't really know for both appointments.  To make matters even more complicated my babies are on different insurances because I'm an idiot that applied for PeachCare when given the opportunity because I made so LITTLE money last year.  Only Cannon qualified though.  Why one child and not the other?  Who know?  I don't understand it.  It has been the biggest headache and I will never do it again.  The issue this day was that this doctor's office was not listed at his provider. And they tried to charge me for Opal's well visit.  Now I have to call both insurance companies! this point I'm on the verge of a Mommy Meltdown because I'm already trying to contain a toddler in the waiting area while also tending to a ten month old. (Yes, I missed the nine month check up by a bit. oops.)  And the receptionist keeps asking me all these questions as I try to wrangle my children. 

Once we finally get back to see the doctor which I may have seen once before, she is rushing and acting like she doesn't really have time for us and I need to get to the point.  She wants me to tell her what's wrong with Cannon since he's the sick one.  I start by introducing myself and my children.  She doesn't blink.  I go on to explain that Cannon has had a very snotty nose, is starting to cough, and he is hoarse.  She looks at me like none of those things are a big deal at all.  So I go on to say, BUT what I'm really worried about is him having an ear infection because every time he has a runny nose, he's pretty much guaranteed to get an ear infection.  The dr. quickly checks his ears and exclaims that I'm right.  Duh.  I know.  She hasn't been rude this whole time just kind of disinterested. 

Dr. tells me she's going to prescribe an antibiotic.  Which one?  I ask.  Well, I won't know until I review his charts and history.  I go on to tell her his history because I am his mother and I know!  I tell her the reason I ask is because if it is Omnicef (the strongest antibiotic) PeachCare won't pay for it.  Yes, they want everyone to benefit from healthcare and have it for free, but poor kids don't deserve the best medicine.  Only mediocre. 

Not that she's been warm and fuzzy up until this point, but the mood shifts and I become suddenly aware that she is viewing me differently because ONE of my children is on Medicaid.  She then starts nosing around as to WHY one is on the Peachcare and not the other.  I don't know.  It baffles me, too.  Then she looks me square in the eye and asks me in dead seriousness if they have different dads?????  I was taken aback and scoffed a sort of snort and said no as if it were the most absurd thing anyone had said to me all day.  And it was.  I became offended.  Really?  I didn't realize I looked like the type of girl that had two babies in 20 months by two different daddies.   Apparently I do.  Or did she only assume it was a possibility because of my health insurance situation??  Like I was a lower class and I must sleep around.  Good grief!  Who has the time or energy to find a second man to sleep with when you have a baby less than a year old.  I guess if I had started online dating as soon as I had given birth to my firstborn I would have been able to find another prospect.  Better yet, I would have had more time to find my second child's father if I had gone manhunting while I was still pregnant with the first one.  I realize that scenarios like this do happen in real life, but not MY real life.  I guess she thought I wanted to celebrate my son's first birthday by having sex with a new man!  So, yes condescending doctor the reason my children have two different insurance policies is because I have two different baby daddy!!  I mean I know my cleavage was a creeping, but that's because my breastmilk was ready to come out not because I was ready to put out! don't think she even realized what she said was inappropriate! 

Moving on...her etiquette did not improve much.  She was never rude just....ugh!  She whizzed through Opal's check-up.  I mentioned her that she had stopped taking a bottle and would not take a sippy cup though I've bought every kind ever invented.  She told me not to give up because it's important that my baby stay hydrated especially in this heat.  No! I'm just going to let my baby thirst.  So what if she won't take a sippy cup.  Too bad for her!  Really?  Then she proceeded to tell me that I must be doing something right because her growth is in the 99th percentile so she's obviously getting enough to eat and drink.  Well, thank you.  Good to know that my baby is OK despite the fact that I have government assistance.  I realize there are certain things that a doctor is required to say, but I am not an uneducated whore who doesn't know what's best for my children.  Then she sent me home with a box of condoms so I don't get pregnant by yet a third baby daddy!

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Barefoot and Pregnant???

Well, in the past month I've actually managed to lose five pounds!  I rode my bicycle a lot on vacation and I think that really helped.  I can feel things shifting to the right places gradually and on some days I actually feel pretty good about myself.  Today was one of those days I was feeling good.  Staying with my parents for the weekend, we were all getting ready to go to church and I realize I didn't bring any church shoes.  I could have worn my flip flops, but I found a vintage pair of wedges circa 2000 in my old bedroom, so I thought I'd break them out.  And break they did.  As I was walking into church they completely fell apart.  Maybe the heat melted the glue that was holding them together, but the bottom completely fell off both shoes.  Great.  However, not a problem for this country girl at a very country church.  I simply threw them in the trashcan in the bathroom on my way and took my seat in my pew in my bare feet.  It didn't even seem like anyone noticed at all.  Oh, but there was one dear old soul that did.  At the end of the service mingling, barefoot, baby-passing, elderly lady that I've known my whole life came up to me, RUBBED MY BELLY, and said these words: "He's keeping you barefoot and pregnant, isn't he?"  WT...?  Mortified!  I shake it off and remind myself that she is elderly and using a walker.  A fellow new mom reassures me that she is on pain killers that cause diarrhea of the mouth.  I've had several previous experiences with idiotic people suggesting that I was pregnant when I in fact was NOT, but this is the first time someone as actually rubbed my NON-pregnant belly!  I did not like it.  One bit.  I'm getting back on my bicycle as soon as I get home!