Currently This

I

Am

Wiped out.

Holiday shopping for the few things I did not get online.

Nuff said.

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Let's see... youngest daughter had two perfectly healthy, lovely teeth pulled to accomodate the braces she will be getting at the end of the month. She is now hands down the most pitiful, wretched child who ever lived. Children watching their dying mothers are not this pitiful. Baby elephants stuck in the mud, bleating for help are not this pitiful. Pitiful things are not this pitiful.

She hurts and is very disconcerted about how the other teeth will move into position now that she knows teeth have roots. How do they move the roots? Who knows? In any case, soon as husband gets home, I will go forth to pick up her new meds and a pumpkin Jamba Juice and some mashed potatoes and gravy from El Pollo Loco. All soft mushy things for Pitious Americanus.

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'Americanus' ends in 'anus', unless I spelled it wrong. Snicker.

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What else today? Oh yeah - picked up a zillion prescriptions for various familial ailments for a total of almost FOUR HUNDRED DOLLARS. And that's after insurance paid their share.

Sigh. I'm so sick of meds and pills and doctors. Speaking of which, tomorrow I need to schedule my mammogram. This doesn't bug me so much - I know it's supposed to hurt but it doesn't bug me. Guess I'm lucky. I object to the procedure on the basis of principle. It's misogynistic. If you don't think so, stick your dick in a vice and tighten as much as you can.

Doesn't sound like much till you add it up- Did the last of the holiday shopping that I did not get done online (don't try to find a Nintendo DS. Not happening) something that required stops at several different stores, scheduled visit to Dad's, reserved a rental van so whole family can take trip to Candy Cane Lane, got car washed (inside and out), dropped off and picked up kids at school, took kid to dentist, the pharmacy thing, the sitting here on my ass thing.

My feet hurt and I have a killer headache and I STILL have to go out and get her the only food she can eat.

I'm pitiful, too.