Soooo my father in law called on the way home from the hospital tonight, and SURPRISE he is flying in for the day tomorrow. Greeeeaaaaat! Anyway, I swear I will write more tomorrow! I have been staying up after Jack goes to sleep to type up my story, but tonight I will be forced to go to sleep before 4:45am. If I can't sleep, I will type. ;)
I totally freaked out a few minutes ago because I just realized that when this little boy comes home....I have no preemie diapers for him. I am hoping the newborn diapers don't totally swallow him. It is much more difficult to hijack diapers from the hospital when there is a nurse constantly keeping watch in the room.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Friday, February 22, 2013
The doctor that came in to talk to me explained that while he wasn't totally sold on the studies about magnesium protecting the brain. He was going to give it to me anyway because if it works, it would protect the brain from Cerebral Palsy. I have also read that it can stop labor as well, but I guess there are no definite studies on that either. They hook me up to the IV of Magnesium and antibiotics because they do help keep the labor away. Anyway remember THE DEVIL! I cannot remember a lot about the next couple of days. Magnesium feels like fire going into your veins. I can not focus. Looking at the wall is hard. I cannot sleep. I am miserable. It has a tendency to give people flu like symptoms, and it can make people really nauseated at the beginning because they do a higher dose at the beginning. I know people come to see me. I know I eat. I just remember I having to leave my arm in a certain position, or the fire feeling would get more intense. I am monitored continuously and JT is monitored continuously because of the mag. I have a blood pressure cuff that cuts into my arm every 15 minutes. My O2 saturation gets low, and I have to wear a cannula for oxygen. When the nurse comes in to take me off of the Devil, I thank her! Thank you so much! The next day I am feeling like a different person. I can finally focus on something.
The next several days run together. Anytime I need to go to the bathroom, I have to unhook cables and drag my IV with me. I become a pro at getting JT back on the monitor, so I don't have to constantly bug the nurses. I have the luxurious task of keeping up with my input and output. Peeing into a top hat is fabulous. I have to make sure my discharge is not green. I am constantly leaking. I am thankful that the water replenishes itself, but it is gross to have a constant drip every time I move. People come to visit. Jack comes every other day. My mom and dad come to see me. Jack's mom sends a gift. Chris, Melinda, and Hailey. Melinda brings me snacks to help me keep my sanity food wise. Jill, Mario, and Rio. Jill brings me Sonic. Katie comes to see me several times and brings an awesome gift of hospital essentials. I get several compliments on the socks from the nurses. Jess comes with Katie one day. Other than people visiting I just sit there. I watch TV constantly and the channel selections are no good. I watch tons of House Hunters, Storage Wars, whatever. Everyone I talk to basically says, "Oh this must suck." I don't think so. I am sure that if I sit here long enough that it will begin to suck, but right now I do not have to work. I have a free pass after working tons of hours to do absolutely nothing and have nurses basically wait on me. They will get me anything I want. Water, ice cream, juice, food, a soft drink...If I drop something on the floor, they will retrieve it for me. My only job is to lie in a bed and do absolutely nothing but stay pregnant. I even have a doctor that comes in and says, "You're still pregnant." and checks JT's heartrate print out at least once a day. There is only so much information that they can give you, unless I want him to repeat it daily. The nurses and doctors tell me that JT's heartrate is amazing for his gestational age. It is like he is exercising in there with all of his rate increases. I learn the times that the nurses come to my room. It is every 4 hours like clockwork. I know I can sleep inbetween these times.
Every day I tell JT to please just stay put a few more days. I will sit here for a month if I have to. It is ok. Please just don't come earlier than 32 weeks. That is the goal.
They take me off of the antibiotics. They take me off of my IV. I finally feel free for a day. I can get out of the bed without having to drag something with me to the bathroom. I can take a shower! It is an amazing shower too. They stop constantly monitoring me. I am only monitored once every so many hours. JT hates those monitors! He kicks them off of him all of the time. I am having random contractions of varying strengths, but they aren't anything that I can't handle.
On around the 5th night of being in the hospital, I begin to have contractions that I can no longer ignore. I start to time them. They are really close together. They hurt, but they are still nothing that I cannot handle. I tell the nurse. She tells me to let her know if they get worse throughout the night. They do. She calls the doctor who prescribes Procardia. It is a blood pressure pill, but it also helps to stop labor. They tell me that if I am in active labor that nothing with stop it, so they hope the Procardia will help keep the contractions away. The next morning my day nurse and the doctor come in. My nurse is concerned that I am in labor because she believes that I have all of the signs. They check me. I am 2 cm and 90% effaced. I am told that I can only have ice chips, and they are going to hook me back up to fluids just in case I am in labor and have to have an emergency c section. I just take the information in. It doesn't scare the hell out of me. Whatever I need to do to keep my baby safe, I will do. I will go back on that damn Magnesium if I have to. I don't care. Thankfully the Procardia and fluid help with the contractions (so much so that I ask them to turn up my fluids). They were not completely gone, but they were bearable. I can finally get some much needed sleep. I doze in and out throughout the day. That night, the same thing happens. My contractions get increasingly worse. I am breathing through them. The Procardia helps a little bit, but they are still not completely gone. People come see me the next day. I am having to breathe through my contractions in front of them. Oh and don't talk to me while I am having a contraction because I may rip your head off. They aren't frequent enough for it to be active labor though, but any sudden movement will bring them on. I have to brace myself to get up to go to the bathroom because I know the moment I sit up, I am going to have one. Walk to the bathroom, sit down, have another. It is killer. This happens the next several days. The nights are always the worst. The night of the 1/13 they are so close that I am keeping up with them on my phone. If I don't document it somewhere, I forget what time the last one started and how long it was. They are very close together, but not consistent. Sometimes I will go ten minutes without one sometimes only 3 minutes. I let my nurse know. She gives me a button to push. It will tell them when I am having a contraction. She tells me to lie on my left side. It doesn't help. I have already tried this at some point it makes the contractions worse. They start to monitor JT. The monitor belt on my stomach makes me have contractions. Every time I contract I feel like I need to pee. I went to the bathroom so many times. It gets to the point where I feel like JT's head is about to fall out of me. I cannot comfortable walk to the bathroom anymore. The nurse talks to the doctor who comes in to see me. The nurse checks me. She can feel his head when she checks me. I am at a 4. They are going to move me to L&D, and they tell me to call anyone I need to or that they will do it if I like. I call Jack and I call my mom. Jack just got to sleep and has to get back up. My mom is about to leave for work when I call her. It is around 7. She cancels her job and heads straight to the hospital.
The next several days run together. Anytime I need to go to the bathroom, I have to unhook cables and drag my IV with me. I become a pro at getting JT back on the monitor, so I don't have to constantly bug the nurses. I have the luxurious task of keeping up with my input and output. Peeing into a top hat is fabulous. I have to make sure my discharge is not green. I am constantly leaking. I am thankful that the water replenishes itself, but it is gross to have a constant drip every time I move. People come to visit. Jack comes every other day. My mom and dad come to see me. Jack's mom sends a gift. Chris, Melinda, and Hailey. Melinda brings me snacks to help me keep my sanity food wise. Jill, Mario, and Rio. Jill brings me Sonic. Katie comes to see me several times and brings an awesome gift of hospital essentials. I get several compliments on the socks from the nurses. Jess comes with Katie one day. Other than people visiting I just sit there. I watch TV constantly and the channel selections are no good. I watch tons of House Hunters, Storage Wars, whatever. Everyone I talk to basically says, "Oh this must suck." I don't think so. I am sure that if I sit here long enough that it will begin to suck, but right now I do not have to work. I have a free pass after working tons of hours to do absolutely nothing and have nurses basically wait on me. They will get me anything I want. Water, ice cream, juice, food, a soft drink...If I drop something on the floor, they will retrieve it for me. My only job is to lie in a bed and do absolutely nothing but stay pregnant. I even have a doctor that comes in and says, "You're still pregnant." and checks JT's heartrate print out at least once a day. There is only so much information that they can give you, unless I want him to repeat it daily. The nurses and doctors tell me that JT's heartrate is amazing for his gestational age. It is like he is exercising in there with all of his rate increases. I learn the times that the nurses come to my room. It is every 4 hours like clockwork. I know I can sleep inbetween these times.
Every day I tell JT to please just stay put a few more days. I will sit here for a month if I have to. It is ok. Please just don't come earlier than 32 weeks. That is the goal.
They take me off of the antibiotics. They take me off of my IV. I finally feel free for a day. I can get out of the bed without having to drag something with me to the bathroom. I can take a shower! It is an amazing shower too. They stop constantly monitoring me. I am only monitored once every so many hours. JT hates those monitors! He kicks them off of him all of the time. I am having random contractions of varying strengths, but they aren't anything that I can't handle.
On around the 5th night of being in the hospital, I begin to have contractions that I can no longer ignore. I start to time them. They are really close together. They hurt, but they are still nothing that I cannot handle. I tell the nurse. She tells me to let her know if they get worse throughout the night. They do. She calls the doctor who prescribes Procardia. It is a blood pressure pill, but it also helps to stop labor. They tell me that if I am in active labor that nothing with stop it, so they hope the Procardia will help keep the contractions away. The next morning my day nurse and the doctor come in. My nurse is concerned that I am in labor because she believes that I have all of the signs. They check me. I am 2 cm and 90% effaced. I am told that I can only have ice chips, and they are going to hook me back up to fluids just in case I am in labor and have to have an emergency c section. I just take the information in. It doesn't scare the hell out of me. Whatever I need to do to keep my baby safe, I will do. I will go back on that damn Magnesium if I have to. I don't care. Thankfully the Procardia and fluid help with the contractions (so much so that I ask them to turn up my fluids). They were not completely gone, but they were bearable. I can finally get some much needed sleep. I doze in and out throughout the day. That night, the same thing happens. My contractions get increasingly worse. I am breathing through them. The Procardia helps a little bit, but they are still not completely gone. People come see me the next day. I am having to breathe through my contractions in front of them. Oh and don't talk to me while I am having a contraction because I may rip your head off. They aren't frequent enough for it to be active labor though, but any sudden movement will bring them on. I have to brace myself to get up to go to the bathroom because I know the moment I sit up, I am going to have one. Walk to the bathroom, sit down, have another. It is killer. This happens the next several days. The nights are always the worst. The night of the 1/13 they are so close that I am keeping up with them on my phone. If I don't document it somewhere, I forget what time the last one started and how long it was. They are very close together, but not consistent. Sometimes I will go ten minutes without one sometimes only 3 minutes. I let my nurse know. She gives me a button to push. It will tell them when I am having a contraction. She tells me to lie on my left side. It doesn't help. I have already tried this at some point it makes the contractions worse. They start to monitor JT. The monitor belt on my stomach makes me have contractions. Every time I contract I feel like I need to pee. I went to the bathroom so many times. It gets to the point where I feel like JT's head is about to fall out of me. I cannot comfortable walk to the bathroom anymore. The nurse talks to the doctor who comes in to see me. The nurse checks me. She can feel his head when she checks me. I am at a 4. They are going to move me to L&D, and they tell me to call anyone I need to or that they will do it if I like. I call Jack and I call my mom. Jack just got to sleep and has to get back up. My mom is about to leave for work when I call her. It is around 7. She cancels her job and heads straight to the hospital.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
The week of Christmas I worked 55 hours.
The week of New Years I worked 65 hours.
The week after that I was supposed to work 55 hours again....JT had other plans.
I got home from work the night of the 3rd of January. I was so exhausted, but I was so happy because I was finally not having to close my store. Both of my shift supervisors had put in their notices several weeks before, but my boss had not been as proactive as he was claiming regarding finding me some help. I get home the night of the 3rd, and Jack was making dinner. He made chili and baked potatoes because that is what I really wanted. I tell him I am going to change out of my work clothes before dinner, so I go into our bedroom in our house that I had yet to spend more than 7 continuous hours in (Thank you Rite Aid). I run to pee because well I am sure JT is stomping on my bladder. Little booger. I put on some pajama pants, and I start to walk out of my bathrooom. All of the sudden I am wet. I just kind of shrug it off thinking that I should probably get used to this randomly peeing on myself thing. I swap into another pair of pajama pants. I start to walk into the living room. All of the sudden I am wet again. I realize that something isn't quite right. I stand in the living room where Jack can see me. I just stand there totally bewildered. This cannot be happening. He asks me if I am ok. I tell him that I will let him know in a minute. I return to the bathroom, and I sit on the toliet. Water that I cannot stop is leaking out of me. I am still a little dumbfounded. This cannot seriously be happening! Jack walks into the bathroom to check on me. He says, "Are you ok?" I say, "My water just broke. We need to go to the hospital now!" In this instant, I am thinking that my usually panicky husband is going to flip out and not know what to do. He is quite the opposite. He looks at me and says, "Ok. I will get the car." He puts all of the dogs up. Pulls the car out of the garage and into the driveway to the front door. I search for a huge pad that I can use to control this fluid slowly leaking out of me. Then I grab my home charger for my phone because I know I am going to need it. My husband helps me into the car, and we start driving to StoneCrest. I call my mom and let her know that we are on our way to the hospital. She asks me all the details, and she tells me to call her when I get to the ER. The whole ride to the hospital I am strangely calm because I don't want my husband to have a panic attack while he is driving no matter how calm he appears.
We arrive at StoneCrest's ER, and I make Jack park vs. dropping me off at the door. I mean, I am not completely helpless. I CAN still walk. We walk in and discover that we have to navigate how to check in at the ER. What the heck ever happened to talking to a person? I sit down. Then I hear my name. Thank goodness! They are already calling me back. Wrong. I am just getting my bracelet. I sit back down. The liquid is starting to soak through my pants. I am so thankful that I have a long jacket on. My name is called again. I am taken back into a little room. I answer questions such as "Why are you here?" "What pregnancy is this?" Thank you so much for making me think about that now that my current baby's life is in danger. Etc, etc. I then have to go over to the window to give all of my insurance information. I am not even acknowledged at first. When I finally am, Jack notices that my parents are already in the ER. The nurse lets them back with us. While I am giving my information, my wheelchair arrives. My mom takes over giving them my information, and I am immediately whisked off to L&D triage. I have to change into one of those hideous hospital gowns. I am terribly afraid to remove my underwear because I know I am going to be leaking all over the place. Thankfully when I get back to the bed. The nurse is back and puts what looks like a puppy pad on the bed. Jack even mentions that, and she says, "That's basically all it is." The nurse lets me get comfortable in the bed. She proceeds to take all of my vitals. She says that she is going to check to see if my water has infact broken with this ...proceeds to lift sheet without finishing her sentence..."Oh yeah, your water broke." I then get an IV for the first time in my life. Ow! During my time waiting on my OB/GYN to get there my parents and Jack swap out coming in to talk to me. When my doctor gets there, she checks me. She says that my cervix is closed, but I am going to have to be transported to Centennial. They have the best NICU in the area. That is where I need to be, and that is where I will stay until I give birth. I also immediately have a steroid shot in my hip to help with JT's lung development. I then play the waiting game again. I have to wait for transport to come get me. When they finally get there, I swap over to their skinny gurney to be transported. I proceed to be quickly moved through the hospital towards the ambulance. My mom is still with me, and all I can think is, "Oh God. I don't think she will be able to handle me being put into the back of an ambulance." I later find out that she does walk away when they are putting me in.
The paramedic that is in the back with me puts the blood pressure cuff on me. It cuts off all circulation when it cuts on every 10 minutes. She talks to me the entire ride to Centennial. Thankfully both paramedics are very friendly. We even listen to decent music during the ride! When we get to Centennial, they take me out of the ambulance. I look up and all I see are the white beams above me. They wheel me into the hospital straight to the elevator. I see a statue of a mother and her child. We get into an elevator, and I am taken straight to the 6th floor. The doors open. My mother in law is there. Oh geez! Why is she here? She starts to talk to me. I am not ready to talk to anyone yet. I just want my husband with me. They ask her to step out of the room while I move on to the bed that will be my bed for the rest of my stay. My nurse, Alix, starts to hook me up to my IVs and give me my extra hospital jewelry (oh those fabulous bracelets!). My mother in law comes back in, and I try to explain to her that I am not having JT that day. They are going to do everything they can to keep him in as long as possible. She was planning on staying until he came until I told her that. Jack finally gets to the hospital. The doctor comes in to talk to me. My mother in law proceeds to talk to Jack the entire time that the doctor is in room. He misses 90% of what the doctor says. Anger does not even begin to describe my feelings about that. She keeps telling Jack, "They are just going to scare her telling her all of that." Ummmm no! I need to know what the hell is happening to me, and I need Jack to help me remember everything. All I know is that they are starting me on magnesium, or as I like to call it "The Devil."
The week of New Years I worked 65 hours.
The week after that I was supposed to work 55 hours again....JT had other plans.
I got home from work the night of the 3rd of January. I was so exhausted, but I was so happy because I was finally not having to close my store. Both of my shift supervisors had put in their notices several weeks before, but my boss had not been as proactive as he was claiming regarding finding me some help. I get home the night of the 3rd, and Jack was making dinner. He made chili and baked potatoes because that is what I really wanted. I tell him I am going to change out of my work clothes before dinner, so I go into our bedroom in our house that I had yet to spend more than 7 continuous hours in (Thank you Rite Aid). I run to pee because well I am sure JT is stomping on my bladder. Little booger. I put on some pajama pants, and I start to walk out of my bathrooom. All of the sudden I am wet. I just kind of shrug it off thinking that I should probably get used to this randomly peeing on myself thing. I swap into another pair of pajama pants. I start to walk into the living room. All of the sudden I am wet again. I realize that something isn't quite right. I stand in the living room where Jack can see me. I just stand there totally bewildered. This cannot be happening. He asks me if I am ok. I tell him that I will let him know in a minute. I return to the bathroom, and I sit on the toliet. Water that I cannot stop is leaking out of me. I am still a little dumbfounded. This cannot seriously be happening! Jack walks into the bathroom to check on me. He says, "Are you ok?" I say, "My water just broke. We need to go to the hospital now!" In this instant, I am thinking that my usually panicky husband is going to flip out and not know what to do. He is quite the opposite. He looks at me and says, "Ok. I will get the car." He puts all of the dogs up. Pulls the car out of the garage and into the driveway to the front door. I search for a huge pad that I can use to control this fluid slowly leaking out of me. Then I grab my home charger for my phone because I know I am going to need it. My husband helps me into the car, and we start driving to StoneCrest. I call my mom and let her know that we are on our way to the hospital. She asks me all the details, and she tells me to call her when I get to the ER. The whole ride to the hospital I am strangely calm because I don't want my husband to have a panic attack while he is driving no matter how calm he appears.
We arrive at StoneCrest's ER, and I make Jack park vs. dropping me off at the door. I mean, I am not completely helpless. I CAN still walk. We walk in and discover that we have to navigate how to check in at the ER. What the heck ever happened to talking to a person? I sit down. Then I hear my name. Thank goodness! They are already calling me back. Wrong. I am just getting my bracelet. I sit back down. The liquid is starting to soak through my pants. I am so thankful that I have a long jacket on. My name is called again. I am taken back into a little room. I answer questions such as "Why are you here?" "What pregnancy is this?" Thank you so much for making me think about that now that my current baby's life is in danger. Etc, etc. I then have to go over to the window to give all of my insurance information. I am not even acknowledged at first. When I finally am, Jack notices that my parents are already in the ER. The nurse lets them back with us. While I am giving my information, my wheelchair arrives. My mom takes over giving them my information, and I am immediately whisked off to L&D triage. I have to change into one of those hideous hospital gowns. I am terribly afraid to remove my underwear because I know I am going to be leaking all over the place. Thankfully when I get back to the bed. The nurse is back and puts what looks like a puppy pad on the bed. Jack even mentions that, and she says, "That's basically all it is." The nurse lets me get comfortable in the bed. She proceeds to take all of my vitals. She says that she is going to check to see if my water has infact broken with this ...proceeds to lift sheet without finishing her sentence..."Oh yeah, your water broke." I then get an IV for the first time in my life. Ow! During my time waiting on my OB/GYN to get there my parents and Jack swap out coming in to talk to me. When my doctor gets there, she checks me. She says that my cervix is closed, but I am going to have to be transported to Centennial. They have the best NICU in the area. That is where I need to be, and that is where I will stay until I give birth. I also immediately have a steroid shot in my hip to help with JT's lung development. I then play the waiting game again. I have to wait for transport to come get me. When they finally get there, I swap over to their skinny gurney to be transported. I proceed to be quickly moved through the hospital towards the ambulance. My mom is still with me, and all I can think is, "Oh God. I don't think she will be able to handle me being put into the back of an ambulance." I later find out that she does walk away when they are putting me in.
The paramedic that is in the back with me puts the blood pressure cuff on me. It cuts off all circulation when it cuts on every 10 minutes. She talks to me the entire ride to Centennial. Thankfully both paramedics are very friendly. We even listen to decent music during the ride! When we get to Centennial, they take me out of the ambulance. I look up and all I see are the white beams above me. They wheel me into the hospital straight to the elevator. I see a statue of a mother and her child. We get into an elevator, and I am taken straight to the 6th floor. The doors open. My mother in law is there. Oh geez! Why is she here? She starts to talk to me. I am not ready to talk to anyone yet. I just want my husband with me. They ask her to step out of the room while I move on to the bed that will be my bed for the rest of my stay. My nurse, Alix, starts to hook me up to my IVs and give me my extra hospital jewelry (oh those fabulous bracelets!). My mother in law comes back in, and I try to explain to her that I am not having JT that day. They are going to do everything they can to keep him in as long as possible. She was planning on staying until he came until I told her that. Jack finally gets to the hospital. The doctor comes in to talk to me. My mother in law proceeds to talk to Jack the entire time that the doctor is in room. He misses 90% of what the doctor says. Anger does not even begin to describe my feelings about that. She keeps telling Jack, "They are just going to scare her telling her all of that." Ummmm no! I need to know what the hell is happening to me, and I need Jack to help me remember everything. All I know is that they are starting me on magnesium, or as I like to call it "The Devil."
Monday, September 17, 2012
Ok so unless you missed the Facebook announcement! I AM PREGNANT! I know! Totally psyched! Took me a year and a half of trying damn it, but it finally happened. Whoot whoot! We are 13 weeks and 1 day today. This baby gave me the crap scare of my life yesterday when I woke up to bright red blood (not spotting). I was terrified. I just kept saying, "No, no, no. I can't do this again. I can't go through this again." I called my doctor's "if you need to talk to your doctor" line. They told me not to worry. Ummmm really? I am bleeding red blood! I thought that was supposed to be terrible. Well apparently since I had just had my ultrasound the day before and everything looked great this blood was nothing to be alarmed about and at this point I have a 1% chance of miscarriage. I obviously still worried all day while I was at work sitting in my office, doing absolutely nothing because I wasn't going to do anything to risk it. Today I have realized that the doctor was right. It is gone.
Another big thing! We got preapproved for a house! HELL YES! FINALLY! We are searching searching searching. It has to be a USDA meaning it has to be a rural home. We have looked at 2 in Ashland City that were both terrible. We also looked at one in White House that is doable, and one in Portland that is fantastic just such a miserably long drive. We continue to look.
I keep telling Jack that the location is not really a total deal breaker because I have no desire to stay with RA for ever because I am seriously beginning to HATE my job. I feel like I have a bullseye on my head, and they are just looking for a way to fire me. (You can bet your ass I made sure they all know I am pregnant because it makes it harder......hopefully this will get them the hell off of my back) Every time I turn around I am getting griped at about something else. I will be glad come March (Oh March 24 is the due date). Well actually after March....after maternity leave is over and done with. I will feel more comfortable starting to look for another job. This one is not worth the stress level I put into it. I am sick of trying to run a store on no payroll hours and then getting bitched at because something isn't done. Perhaps it is because I don't have enough payroll for a cashier the whole day!? Sucks. I am getting off of my work soapbox now.
Florida in just a few days! Which reminds me.... I may have to hit my cuz up for some dog watchin'.....maybe 2 dogs this time.....We are supposed to leave on the 29th. I REALLY need some beach time!
Another big thing! We got preapproved for a house! HELL YES! FINALLY! We are searching searching searching. It has to be a USDA meaning it has to be a rural home. We have looked at 2 in Ashland City that were both terrible. We also looked at one in White House that is doable, and one in Portland that is fantastic just such a miserably long drive. We continue to look.
I keep telling Jack that the location is not really a total deal breaker because I have no desire to stay with RA for ever because I am seriously beginning to HATE my job. I feel like I have a bullseye on my head, and they are just looking for a way to fire me. (You can bet your ass I made sure they all know I am pregnant because it makes it harder......hopefully this will get them the hell off of my back) Every time I turn around I am getting griped at about something else. I will be glad come March (Oh March 24 is the due date). Well actually after March....after maternity leave is over and done with. I will feel more comfortable starting to look for another job. This one is not worth the stress level I put into it. I am sick of trying to run a store on no payroll hours and then getting bitched at because something isn't done. Perhaps it is because I don't have enough payroll for a cashier the whole day!? Sucks. I am getting off of my work soapbox now.
Florida in just a few days! Which reminds me.... I may have to hit my cuz up for some dog watchin'.....maybe 2 dogs this time.....We are supposed to leave on the 29th. I REALLY need some beach time!
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Is it time to go to NY yet? Y'all I had this bitch come in my store tonight. She wanted to know if we carried something. When I told her we stopped carrying it she proceeded to bitch at me about how she wasn't going to shop there anymore if we weren't going to carry that product. To which I told her I'm sorry and that corporate makes all decisions on the planograms, and we have no control over what they put in the sets. She just kept bitching. All I could think was, "I'm glad she isn't going to shop here anymore. At least I don't have to deal with her bitchy attitude ever again." I would like to add that I had spoken with her on the phone before, and I told her that we had discontinued carrying the product. I have no patience lately.
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
FINALLY
Finally a decision has been made, and I can stop stressing out! We have officially decided to not buy this house. We have decided that it just isn't worth the money to buy and try to fix up with no guaranteed return on our investment in the future. Soooo now I am looking for a house in a similar price range to buy, and I think we have found one. It is a townhouse, but it is only 64,900 and beautiful! The person who owns it has been fixing it up, but they just want out now. I guess they realize the property value is going down around the area, and they just want to get rid of it before they lose anymore money. Me? I just don't want to pay rent. Our house payment will be 2-300 dollars less than a rent payment. Yeah. Anyways if you want to be nosey the MLS is 1385072. The pictures do not do it justice. The only thing that I didn't like about it was that it is a townhouse, but honestly in my wanna be freakishly cheap house range it is either a townhouse or a house that will not pass FHA inspection and the FHA inspection is a must because it is the easiest loan to get. :) But y'all seriously! It is beautiful! I couldn't believe it when I walked in, I couldn't believe it was the same house I walked into. The outside isn't the most attractive. I am hoping (this is if we choose to buy it) that the person who lives in the unit next door will decide to sell in a few years, and that we will be able to refinance and purchase the other half. ;)
Friday, August 10, 2012
After working ALL DAY long by my freakin' self! I am exhausted.
We think we may have found a morgage company for our home loan, but there are still some issues that may or may not be able to be worked out. We shall see. They want to try an FHA loan, but unfortunately it isn't up to FHA standards. Between that and the whole agreeing on a price issue. Yeah.
Pretty sure I got a phone call earlier regarding the NY trip. They want to leave Sunday instead of Monday. My mother in law said that Jill wanted to go to NYC......This random last minute idea will add about 10 hours to the trip because if we go to NYC then my MIL also wants to go visit her friend in Dansville.....Let me break it down for you.
Chapmansboro to Old Forge= about 14 hours (that is how long it took last time)
According to Google
Chapmansboro to NYC is about 16 hours
NYC to Dansville is about 5 hours
Dansville to Old Forge is about 4 hours...
Add to this a screaming almost 3 year old that wants out of his fucking carseat. GET ME OUT NOW! Yeah.....no.
I think my husband convinced them otherwise. He told them that I had to work all day Sunday and couldn't leave until Sunday night which would put us at about 7:30 just getting to my MIL's house. We left at about 8 o clock last time and arrived in Old Forge at about 10 or 11 in the morning their time. I just don't know what amount of time that they thought we would have in NYC. If I go there, I want to spend several days to actually experience the city. I don't want to just go there and have to turn around and go because we need to be at the next location. That would suck. It would be like going on a school trip to the mall for 25 minutes to eat after the educational part of the field trip.
We think we may have found a morgage company for our home loan, but there are still some issues that may or may not be able to be worked out. We shall see. They want to try an FHA loan, but unfortunately it isn't up to FHA standards. Between that and the whole agreeing on a price issue. Yeah.
Pretty sure I got a phone call earlier regarding the NY trip. They want to leave Sunday instead of Monday. My mother in law said that Jill wanted to go to NYC......This random last minute idea will add about 10 hours to the trip because if we go to NYC then my MIL also wants to go visit her friend in Dansville.....Let me break it down for you.
Chapmansboro to Old Forge= about 14 hours (that is how long it took last time)
According to Google
Chapmansboro to NYC is about 16 hours
NYC to Dansville is about 5 hours
Dansville to Old Forge is about 4 hours...
Add to this a screaming almost 3 year old that wants out of his fucking carseat. GET ME OUT NOW! Yeah.....no.
I think my husband convinced them otherwise. He told them that I had to work all day Sunday and couldn't leave until Sunday night which would put us at about 7:30 just getting to my MIL's house. We left at about 8 o clock last time and arrived in Old Forge at about 10 or 11 in the morning their time. I just don't know what amount of time that they thought we would have in NYC. If I go there, I want to spend several days to actually experience the city. I don't want to just go there and have to turn around and go because we need to be at the next location. That would suck. It would be like going on a school trip to the mall for 25 minutes to eat after the educational part of the field trip.
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