But today isn't the day. Sorry. I know you probably figured if I broke the blogging silence that it must mean something is afoot.
I thought we could go "around the horn", so to speak, and update each family member's status. Aside from changing the date, many things remain the same, but maybe it will seem more interesting to you than it does to me.
The Hubs: Still released by his eye doctor to return to UPS. [Yeah, that's right, United Parcel Service, I'm calling you OUT.] Still not receiving a disability check because, well, he could be working at UPS, but isn't. UPS owes him one week's vacation check, but payroll (apparently) isn't familiar with USERRA although they have a big section about it on their employee website. I'm looking forward to a representative from USERRA making a phone call to payroll, having payroll pay as much attention to them as they have us and then having JAG place a phone call to someone on a supervisor's level. How I wish I could be in on that phone call.
We completed and submitted the paperwork the company said it needed to have to discuss and then determine whether an accommodation would be made for Hubs to work in the building until his eyesight returns. We submitted this paperwork no less than three times. The entire process of tracking down the paperwork, badgering someone to send it to us and then calling every person supposedly responsible for this fiasco (although you wouldn't know it given that no one seems to know what the hell is happening at any given moment) has taken nearly a month. And yet, even after repeated phone calls, Hubs' supervisor asked him today, "...but you're still receiving disability, right?" NO, dumbass. We are NOT and have NOT been. We've mentioned this to this man and everyone else dozens and dozens of times. And, if the powers that be decide to reject the paperwork (which is what I expect) and not offer to bring Hubs back to work in the building, we have to go see UPS's doctor so that he can say--nope, you can't work--and then disability would kick back in until we can secure an ADA accommodation for him. Such a bunch of BS. Seriously.
NO ONE listens. In my mind, it's because NO ONE HAS SPOKEN LOUDLY ENOUGH FOR THEM TO HEAR.
Consider this post me clearing my throat.
Me: I'm still working three jobs which all seem to be hitting a 'busy time' right now. I notice that I'm becoming less confident in my skills in finishing everything heaped on my plate. Stupid little mistakes have started cropping up and it's bugging me. On the one hand, there is no way that one person can do all I'm doing for as long as I'm doing and not show some signs of wear and tear. On the other hand, it isn't my bosses' fault that I'm where I am and it isn't cool to have lapses in judgment.
We still have one car. But, my husband has tried to work something out with our long-time mechanic that may work to get it back on the road. That would be amazing because it would mean that he could use the truck to run the kids to and fro and I could stay at work without having to pay the after school program all the money I'm making while working late.
I still have three, busy kids...who I barely spend any time with right now.
I'm still trying to fit runs in when I can...which makes me feel guilty because it takes another 40 minutes plus from my already limited kid time.
I'm in training to be a Brownie leader for M2's troop. Yeah. Because I need another activity.
I'm prepping for a weekend out of town as I'll be in Idaho for SpouseBuzz Live. I need to figure out my laundry situation and soon because I have no idea what I'm wearing and I'll need to pack the day after tomorrow. Sigh. Leaving town is always such a hassle. I'll be glad to see my friends, though. And, thank goodness they have a professional comedianne coming because I don't have anything funny to say and that's usually what they count on me for anyway.
Still finding it increasingly difficult to be optimistic about our situation. Christmas is fast approaching and a week before that is when we will lose our insurance if my husband isn't back to work. It's amazingly frustrating to see things that I would like the girls to have for Christmas and to not even be able to consider ordering it. Very frustrating. And scary.
Usually, I'll have a good few days and then a complete and total meltdown where I just want to choke anyone and everyone. I fantasize a lot about telling everyone and everything to take a flying leap and staying in bed until I couldn't possibly sleep another wink. I also spend a great deal of time wondering exactly what one would have to do to demonstrate that she is serious about needing this to stop. So far, nothing has worked. Hope I don't have to dangle off an overpass...I'm not too crazy about heights.
M1: Doing well and enjoying school. Made one of the two basketball teams her grade will have this year. Still trying to avoid playing the trumpet. Not complaining about playing the piano. Not boy crazy.
M2: Losing teeth left and right. Sinking baskets constantly when I pick her up each day at the after-school program. Looking more like me, apparently, which I realized when I saw my 2nd grade class picture at my 20 year high school reunion over the weekend. Missing me and grouchy because she doesn't see me much anymore.
M3: I'm not sure. Liking school for the most part. Zeroing in on the 6-month home mark. That means a follow-up with our international adoption clinic and the filing of readoption paperwork which could also bring about the Army accepting our adoption grant paperwork. And, we did her very first 'do this past weekend. You can read all about it and check out pictures on her adoption blog. I'm definitely concerned about attachment and wondering how to keep things on track given the past nearly four months of chaotic, crazy, Mom never here life. It's rough and I'm not happy about it. Just more guilt and I simply cannot fit any more of that in the wheelbarrow I shove around in front of me each day.
That's it, I suppose. Still broke. Still working entirely too much and entirely too hard. And, yes, still keeping a list of people whom I no longer feel the need to expend any energy on during my lifetime. THAT has been completely liberating, but realistically, it could be harder than it sounds...we'll see.