Itchy Bitchy
familyMy two hours of playing hooky to play with the fairy grand baby turned into two nights of her staying over and two days of entertaining her on my own. Her Daddy's beloved, is in the hospital with a bad kidney infection, so I was watching Sugarwings while her Daddy stayed at the hospital too.
Sugarwings can be a…. challenge. I don't say Hyperactive, I say Enthusiastic. She has a ZEST for life and lives each moment to its fullest. Non stop. She's not exactly a shy and retiring type.
And normally I keep up and enjoy the ride. But this week, with worries about her Daddy's loved one, who is pregnant, I was distracted.
Plus, I am miserably itchy. If you've spent any time in this part of the country in summer, you'll know what a chigger is.
Its the world's most evil creature. A million times worse than any freaking mosquito.
And on top of my chigger bites (they are always along underwear lines, if that tells you anything), I seem to have gotten poison ivy.
My poison ivy rash is not in exposed areas of my body, so I couldn't have brushed the leaves while walking on the trails.
Now, I don't remember running naked through the woods lately. Or even half naked. So, my theory is that I was visited by chiggers, and then must have got the urushiol from the poison ivy plant on my hands from the dogs, who do play in the woods, then scratched my bites and spread the poison ivy rash on the chigger bites.
That should be enough to make any one grumpy. But, it gets better. The Dr. has decided to lower my dosage of Premarin by half.
All I could think of the last couple days, besides worrying about the pregnant mommy and her baby, was swallowing a handful of hormone tablets chased with a giant goblet of Riesling and soaking in a cool bath filled with baking soda (did I mention that the heat index was in the 100s here and Sugawings wanted to play outside the whole time???)
I should have thought of this sooner!
No, really, it was Sugarwings idea. Agnes Rosebud could climb out of her 4 foot high pen, and drop onto her head on the cement floor. So, I had to assemble a dog cage, with a top and bottom so she would stay put.
I covered it with a table cloth and to Sugarwings, it became a fort and she wanted to stay in there and play with the pup.
Even when I'm cranky, she can make me laugh.
Sugarwings is staying with her Hippy Chick Mommy tonight, I get her back at noon tomorrow when her mommy goes to work. So, I thought I'd spend the evening working on the computer, just to find that my printer wouldn't work. After FOUR HOURS of messing with it, I drove to Best Buy and got a new one. I was in no mood to mess with it any longer.
So, the new printer is installed, I listed new stuff in the shop, and mailed packages, Sugarwings is having a fun night with Mommy, and now the expectant mother has been released from the hospital and ordered to be on bed rest. I'm going to make her some soup and check on her now.
She has had some bad news about the baby. We are terrified that there are problems with the new baby girl who is due in November. Please keep my girls in your prayers. Its pretty scary around here.
And I've realized that there is a lot of range in just how bad a bad day can be. I was irritated and grouchy and itchy before and thought that printer issues were about as bad as it was going to get.
Then, the news about the tiny little baby totally zapped me out of it all. My irritations seemed pretty small in the face of the news that our new little girl was in danger. Now, its really a bad day.






















































































































