Category: Bitching

It’s been a while since I’ve written a “real” post but I need to vent a little so, here I am.

We have a project we’re promoting at work since the 2nd session is coming up. Never did I think during that fateful month last year when our boss sat Laura and I down at Starbucks and proposed his idea and I AGREED to do it–that I’d ever have to be ON TV.

FML.

We had an interview last week and I bit all my nails off AND my face broke out days prior. I was so nervous and stressing about it like crazy. I even told John and Jorge that I very much felt like going in and quitting the morning of the interview because I DID NOT want to do it. I was nervous about what I’d say, I had no idea what to wear and I’m so self-conscious about my skin.

Everyone who knows me in person knows what a bitch of a time I have with this adult acne, and being on TV is the LAST thing I want to do. I’d have to wear make-up to cover my blemishes and God knows THAT was going to make me break out even more. I never wear anything other than lipstick, mascara and eyeliner because of this lovely problem.

But I survived. I hated every moment of sitting there and hated seeing the interview even more (OMG, MY BOOBS. And why do I make THAT FACE??), but I survived.

I tried making the best of it, though, even took a photo in front of the set since I hadn’t been there since our 5th grade tour. And I really hoped I’d never have to go back.

Now fast forward to tomorrow, where I have yet ANOTHER interview. FML!!!!

It’s not at the same station, but this one is not just one, it’s TWO interviews, one being in Spanish. I could barely get through the English one!

So instead of getting everything together for tomorrow, or practicing what I’ll say or going for a run, I’m sitting here, blogging and stalling. I should have gone running earlier and I probably should have painted my nails. Ugh. It’s going to be a long day tomorrow, what with the interview, lunch, Emily’s dentist appointment, MY dentist appointment and then the girls’ meet the teacher night. I still have to figure out how to break the news to the girls that they won’t be in the same classes as their BFF’s, Audrey and Maddie. Ugh, makes my stomach flip. I don’t know how they’re going to take it :(.

Alright, I’ll stop stalling.

Wish me luck *gulp*.

We had a great week with the kids. It started on Sunday evening when we picked them up from the other parents’ homes and took them to the drive-in to watch Maleficent and Transformers: Age of Extinction. We bought tons of snacks and got the cooler, blankets and lawn chairs ready, went on the drive and found a pretty good spot.

They were into the movies, thank goodness, and although the girls and I spent a lot of time in line at the bathrooms (OMG, the lines!!), we had a pretty good time :).

We got out super late, though, and Jorge and I worked the next morning so we got them home and put them all into bed.

This was the 1st year that we’ve gotten to have all 7 kids together for 4th of July, so we were excited :).

Our boss let us out early on Thursday, by noon, so I went straight to HEB to buy all the stuff for the BBQ and s’mores during the fireworks. I wasn’t sure about what type of patties to buy for the burgers, so I called Jorge and asked, even sending him a photo of the beef patties I figured we should take (and that weren’t part of a recent recall). He approved, and I took them.

Got home, made dinner for the kids, Mom, John and Jorge. I got ready and met Alexis at the gym. We didn’t want to miss it since we knew we’d be “bad” the next day. I had all intentions of eating many s’mores hehe.

She didn’t have plans since her hubby would be working, so I invited her and her nephew over for the festivities :).

Jorge and I started the next morning off on the wrong foot; we just argued about who knows what (the sky being blue? Something ridiculous like that, heh). So I was huffing and puffing by the time the kids and I got in the car with Mom to go to Walmart and to visit Gramma. 4th of July is her birthday. Mom wanted to stop by Walmart since she wanted to do some last-minute shopping for her and so I waited in the car with the kids while she and Jaylen got down. Emily wanted to get down too, but I could already imagine the trouble she’d give Mom, so I told her to stay with me. Thus began the Meltdown of the Century. The other 2 kids and I had to endure the wails; she needed a nap BIGTIME. It seemed like Mom and Jaylen were never getting back! When they did, we took off to Gramma’s.

The smart thing would have been to take her home and go back later, but I had a long list of things to get done so I figured she’d calm down. WRONG.

She wailed while we visited with Gramma, until a nurse came in to tell us to keep it down. She said the “family” of a dying patient a few rooms down wanted us to be quiet. I’ve already gotten into it with her before; she was the nurse who so kindly quit sitting Gramma up in her wheelchair because Gramma “didn’t want to”. Grrr. Gramma NEEDS to sit every day or else her pneumonia will relapse. Just seeing her pissed me off, so I gave Gramma a kiss on the head, and grabbed Emmo’s hand and we stomped off. I turned back to the nurse and told her I wanted to make a complaint. There’s been plenty of times that I’ve had to visit Gramma with people howling for water, for their relatives, food, going to the bathroom and they’ve scared my kids but I’ve been understanding. I got that Emily was loud and perhaps there really was a family who asked (I didn’t believe her, though), but the way she told me was rude and condescending. Of course, the one person I had to make the complaint with never became unoccupied (figures) so Emily and I just left. We sat in the car and I was so frustrated I just bawled with her :(.

Low and behold, we get home and Emily falls asleep. Poor thing. I couldn’t even be upset with her, it wasn’t her fault. But I tried making the best of the day and I cleaned, and then we picked up fireworks with all the kids and got back home to start the fire. Alexis got here with her nephew and we prepped the corn on the cobs, chopped veggies and got everything ready. I realized, in horror, that I hadn’t defrosted the darn hamburger patties!! So I start thawing them in water. Jorge walks in and says, “Nooo! Use the microwave!” But it’s too late. They’re all mushy and weird. He stands over my shoulder as I’m pulling them apart (’cause the centers are still super frozen) and patting them back together once they do fall apart. He says, “Are you trying to feed me turkey burgers? ‘Cause they look like turkey burgers. The hot dogs are turkey. (insert suspicious scowl here, heh)” I tell him, “No! They’re beef, hello, I sent you the pic yesterday, remember?” I even walk to the trash to find the packaging, ’cause now I’m wondering if they’re beef, but the package is under way too much junk.

I finally get the patties to look decent and take them out to Jorge. Jorgie walks in and says, “I think those patties are turkey…they keep falling apart. Dad says regular patties don’t do that.”

I go outside and sure enough, they’re falling apart. There were some casualties, but the ones that do make it looked pretty good, and tasted great!

We got all the kiddos lined up and fed and Alexis and I were pretty proud of the “healthy” burger version we made. It was amazing!

We got all the kiddos in the car and Alexis followed us to the same parking lot we went to last year to watch the fireworks. All the kids were well-behaved and patient. It was a nice show :).

We had a pretty “easy” time getting out of the parking lot, considering how crowded it was. It took us about an hour to get home last year!

We got home and we all helped getting the table and chairs out for the fireworks and s’mores. It was such an awesome time with all the kids and family and Alexis :). And nobody caught fire or anything so that’s a plus!

A few days later I’m cleaning up the counter and find an HEB receipt. I crumple it up to throw it, but something tells me I should read it so I do. The first thing on it: “soy patties”!!!

I couldn’t stop laughing. It wasn’t EVEN turkey, it was SOY!! I texted the photo to Jorge and he posted it on Facebook for all to see, buahaha. I guess we ate pretty healthy after all!

I tossed and turned all night due to stomach pains. I woke up around 2am because I passed out with my contacts on and my eyes felt simultaneously gooey and dry. So I took them out, washed my face and brushed my teeth. Then I felt “awake” again so it took me a while to fall asleep. Then I tossed around some more, even waking up at 4am to check my alarm because I felt like I overslept. When the alarm went off at 7am I asked Jorge to please snooze; I had a massive headache and wanted to try and sleep it off for a few minutes (didn’t happen). So when 7:30 came around and I still felt like shizz I texted my boss and emailed Rosie and Beto, letting them know I wouldn’t be in. My boss already knew I wasn’t feeling good yesterday, so he understood. I still feel…irresponsible I guess you can say, since I just returned from vacation and I’m absent so soon. Thank goodness I got all my tasks done yesterday.

I sent am email that needed to be sent for work and then I tried sleeping more. Didn’t happen. I got up to freshen up and when I laid back down my stomach churned again, only it was now a mixture of cramps and hunger. Ruffles “knocked” on the door so I could let him in to use his litter box, so I obliged and the smell of coffee wafted into my bedroom from the hallway. Mom doesn’t drink coffee, but when she gets up early enough she’ll make me some so I can take with me to work. I couldn’t let it go to waste! I may have just completely ruined the recovery process because I totally mixed some French Vanilla creamer into the coffee. And I made some toast. I was planning on following the B.R.A.T. diet today (bananas, rice, apples and toast–all of which I have) because it seems more appealing than the Gatorade, chicken broth and crackers diet . But I may have ruined that, too, since I drowned my perfectly good toast with butter. *sigh* I’m such a fatty.

My stomach thinks so, too. It’s already churning :(. On the bright side, I’ve lost 2 lbs. in one day!

[edit 12:34pm]

So I thought I was feeling better and had already texted Jorge that I was bored (heh) and I was probably going to work half a day after all. As soon as I pressed ‘send’, my stomach rebutted with an angry gurgle . And then I realized Jorge took the Routan to work this morning, so I had no choice but to stay home anyway.

I’ve been reading ReFashionista.net since I’ve been thrown here in bed all morning and I must say, I’m impressed with her sewing skills! I wish I was half as good as she is with refashioning stuff. Makes me want to go into an old bag of cast-off clothes that are living in the garage that STILL haven’t made it to Goodwill after my garage sale in December . I’m pretty nifty with pillow cases, curtains, even baby blankets, but I’m not all that good with clothes *sigh*. (This reminds me that I have to buy some ribbon that matches my summer dress to replace the straps. I’m pretty good at replacing straps, heh.)

I’m going to heat up a bowl of (icky, from-the-carton) chicken noodle soup. Or perhaps eat a banana. I could really go for some coffee though :(.

[edit: 2:09pm]

Ate the banana, didn’t go well. I shall now stop lying to myself and come to terms with the fact that I am most definitely ill and stick to unsalted crackers. Dammit.

And here’s what I shall spend the rest of the day doing, since I’ve gotten quite tired of my bed: