Jul 18, 2014

Normal is Overrated

God must have laughed when he saw that I had hoped to get back to my normal, which is anything but normal. Because what 24 year old owns a company? That's normal right? Anyways...

Monday was the only "normal" day. I worked my normal schedule and everything went fine.

Tuesday I spent the day running Tucker to doctor appointments and tests. He's been having some poop troubles for quite some time and had gone 3 days without going, meaning the next one was going to be painful. Well, pile that on top of him having a cold over the weekend and having bloody snot on Monday, it was time to go to the doctor. The pedi was full so we went to see the nurse practitioner who felt a "mass" and ordered an ultrasound and gave a referral to a pediatric GI doctor. We go see him next Friday. We were instructed to give him straight apple juice (we've tried prune and pear, along with pureed prunes everyday) and just wait for the appointment. The "mass" didn't show up on the ultrasound thankfully. I decided to go to Zumba since my body needed a good sweat. It was a great workout. I burnt almost 700 calories in an hour.

Oh Wednesday. I woke up with the flu that hit me about an hour and a half before I was suppose to leave for a big meeting that was almost 2 hours away. I chugged some Pepto and prayed I could make it to my meeting, through my meeting and back. My brother went with me so I was able to relax on the way home while he drove. I went home and straight to bed. Danny's grandpa picked him up on his way to Danny's mom's for dinner so I could rest. I felt like pure shit all night long. Mostly just my back hurt, which is always the case when I'm sick. Tucker and Danny got home and come to find out, Tucker had hardly eaten (for him anyways) all day and Danny slept for almost an hour at this mom's. We were a MESS! Tucker went to bed, I finally ate dinner and went to bed myself.

Tuck got me up at 4:30 Thursday morning and I still felt pretty bad. Him and I laid in bed until 7:30 and at that point I was back to my old self. 24 hours on the dot I felt better. So, off to work I went hoping for a better day. And I had a better day, until I was 2 blocks from home, where my tire blew. My tire that was just purchased back in December. My tire that my Jeep has been telling me was low but some men in the family kept telling me "tire pressure monitor systems are junk" so I ignored it for a month. Danny did tell me to go get it looked at by a shop here in town but I'd like to know where the spare 30 minutes-1 hour was for me to do that?

Basically, this week has been a continuous pity-party. I am almost at the end of my rope and I can't wait for things to settle down. I don't need normal. I just need a few days where I can relax. I generally have a pretty good outlook on life. Hopefully I can get out of my funk soon.


  1. Awww! I'm so sorry to hear about the hellacious week you've had! I hope all three of you have a great weekend and get some relaxing in!

  2. Whoa, what a week! Here's to hoping this week is better!
    I remember when my little guy had tummy issues. Finally, at 18 months old, I DEMANDED the doctor help us, because my poor little one pretty much shook and screamed each time he pooped, since he started eating solids. Now, he's on a daily dose of Miralax and that has honestly helped so much! I don't know how old they have to be to start it though...check with your ped.