Finding Joy in Snarkville

So, Duke has the adorable habit of climbing into bed with us in the morning as Prince is starting to get moving and I’m in total denial that the world is waking.  (Sidenote:  when I say “climb into bed with us” I really mean crawl over me pushing elbows and knees into me with rather sharp pains in the process — just so everyone knows how completely adorable this process is at 6am).  After he gets fairly settled, blanket laid flat, he gets an arm behind his head so he can watch the news with us, the talking begins.  Currently he is fascinated by the day of the week, he’ll ask “Is it …..?” And I will say “yes” or “no, it is ….”  Well, for some days he has special names for the days, like Waffle Wednesday or Muffin Monday (yes, it has to do with breakfast, your point?) so this morning, he wanted to know what Thursday was.  And I thought and I thought and I thought.  Once he was out of the door, it dawned on me — it should be “Learn Something Thursday”…so this is the list (shock, I know) of things I learned…

1. No matter how hard you try, it is impossible to either “early to bed; early to rise” or “Late to bed; late to rise”  At this point, I’m thinking I’m stuck in that “Early mornings AND late nights” thing — for which there is not enough coffee in the world.
2. Post-nasal drips sucks.  The second learned item here is that my inner ears hate me.  I woke up last week dizzy — so dizzy I couldn’t stand — it passed.  We, Queen Mum and I, think it was sinus pressure pushing on my ears.  This morning I woke up with a sore throat — a sore throat that I can feel is caused by something (probably battery acid) dripping down the back of my throat.  (You needed to know this right?)  Drugs are helping.
3.  I am feeling the great need to pack and have no idea where I’m going to find the time to do this.  Hmm — perhaps those late night hours or those early morning hours.
4. It is not possible for 4 year old not to touch that.  I don’t care what ‘that’ is — he must touch it.
5. The entire week after a time change is not fun.  We are still trying to settle into the new times and not doing the best job at it.  Duke wake in the 5am hour most mornings — though he’s willing to go to bed close to on time.  Again, my life is lacking coffee.
6. There is nothing worse that coming down from a Halloween Candy high, only to find that the only thing left in the bucket are 4 Mary Janes, and a Snickers bar (keep in mind I don’t eat any nut).
7. I am not capable of picking up stitches and counting.  In my picking up the stitches for my button bands, I needed to pick up 148.  First try, 97.  Second try, 156.  Third try (second band), 180.  Question, do I even consider a fourth attempt?
8. It is not possible for me to get a needed referral from my insurance company without any fewer than 10 phone calls, at least one of which needs to be escalated to a supervisor and almost always involves me having to say, “It is not my job to negotiate your agreements with providers.  I am neither qualified or compensated to call back the doctor who is asking me to pay out of pocket because your allowable charges probably aren’t enough and ask if he is still in the network.  You should know this BEFORE assigning him to me in the first place. And perhaps the third doctor you assign me to will — um, I don’t know, be a doctor in the specialty I’m LOOKING for??  Really how hard is this?”

That’s all I’ve got — I think this proves that my education did not end with my beer drinking college days, right?

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