Mrs. CPA

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No, I'm Not Dead. Or Fired.

I was all ready to write the "Oh, yes, we're going to be fine, nobody's getting fired, Hud-Hud is doing much better, I'm over my crazy possibly margarita fueled woe-is-me phase, love to you all" kind of post.

Ha Ha.

No, I don't think I'm really getting fired. My boss was very nice on Friday and unless he has an excellent poker face/voice, I think he understands, and it's going to be ok. We've got people lined up to watch Hud-Hud for the next few weeks. We're going to try and keep him home until after the new year. He needs the rest and I would hate for him to give this to someone else and their child be sick for Christmas. He went to his Geng-Geng's on Friday and yesterday, my mom drove up and spent the night and is staying home with him today. I told her I would drive her car to work so she could have my car if they needed to go somewhere. This morning she went outside to get some of her stuff out and started the car because it was frosty and guess what? She locked her keys in her car! With it running! Like daughter, like mother I guess.

After calling a locksmith, I went out to the garage to leave for work and TP had put the Christmas tree too close to the garage door and when it came up, it knocked the tree over. The tree isn't decorated or anything, just out there waiting on us to bring it in the house, but we haven't moved the furniture or put down the foam letters yet, and we'll do that tonight. If I don't run over the tree when I get home. "How would that happen?" you ask. I have no idea, but I could probably manage it.

I did get the brilliant idea to go to Hobby Lobby and get one of those collage frames for my Dad. My mom brought me a whole stack of pictures of my Dad when he was little and I was hoping to be able to do something with them. Hobby Lobby was having a sale on frames so I got a 16x20 one with lots of holes and loaded that sucker up. It looked really good, even though Hud-Hud will not have any black construction paper in his paper book that Santa leaves for him, since I had to steal it all and use it for backing for the pictures. (He'll never miss it.)(Until the little genius wants to make a giant bat and then I'll have to convince him there are brown bats too.)

Since the collage frames were all on sale, I thought I would get one for some of our wedding pictures. We do not have up one picture from our wedding. We never even bought any, all I have are the proofs, which are 4x6 prints. We would have had to e-mail the Hawaii company and then have them shipped to us and I didn't really want some humongus picture of myself and while they are pretty - all sickly sweet Hawaiian sunset and 40 pounds ago - I don't need an 18x20 of ANYTHING. The 4x6's in a little book are fine with me. Anyway, they had some frames that had three slots and I got one to put a single picture of both of us and then a joint one in the middle. It turned out really good except for me trying to find the wedding album. In doing that, I managed to drop a big frame out of the top of the closet on my foot. It still hurts. And! Oh! Would you look at that!? I've got on navy socks with my charcoal pants and black shoes today. Lovely. Mrs. CPA says don't get dressed in the semi-dark like a dumbass, kids! Hud-Hud has not been wanting to sleep in all his sickly glory and that means that all weekend, he wakes up with this heartwreching cry for "Biscuit! Biscuit!" He's the Citizen Kane of the 1.75 year olds. On Friday night, my head hurt so bad I had to go to bed at 7:45. Hud-Hud woke up about 12:30 and wanted to flop around. I think we finally got back to sleep at 2. Saturday night it was from 3-5. This morning, he woke up at 4:50 and I ran in and rocked him a few minutes and he went back to sleep. This is after he's stayed up until past 10 every night. I don't know why he doesn't want to go to bed anymore. Then he's taking a too long nap and the whole thing is starting over again. I told my Mom to wake him up after 2 hours today, so maybe we can get back on schedule for tonight.

His breathing is much better and I think his leg is looking better too. By the end of this two weeks, he's going to be a wild man.

Ooo, I almost forgot! Haley got free tickets to go and see Walk Hard tonight for the two of us. It's one of those deals where it's not a guaranteed seat and you have to get ther early becuase it's a press screening, but we're getting in, dammit! If I have to go camp out after lunch!

Our Christmas cards should show up today, and we're winding down on our end of the year work at the office. I've got most of the paperwork completed to transfer my license from Alabama to Arkansas, I even went and got my fingerprints done. They ask for just about everything other than a vial of blood to transfer your license, including a background check, a passport sized photo, your CPE for the prior year and three character references. Then you have to fill out a separate form and pay another $109 for verification of your previous state's qualification to become a CPA, to see if they are close enough to Arkansas'. My school, past work history and CPA Exam grades will be verified. He's a little tidbit of advice. Don't pass the exam one place and then move to another. It's a bitch to get it changed over and very costly, like $310 for all the different things. My company will probably pay for it, but man, it's been sort of a pain.

So tomorrow I hope to have all of the Christmas cards addressed and stamped. The Christmas tree set up and decorated and some shirts ironed for the rest of the week. I'll probably go to bed at 8 and get none of that done. Who wants to bet?

When I get Fired, I Hope Some Blogger Will Pay Me

I am SO TIRED OF WRITING THIS ENTRY.  THE EXACT SAME ONE MONTH AFTER MONTH.

Hud-Hud is sick again.  When I took him to the ENT on Tuesday, one of his ear tubes was out.  The ENT said there was some fluid back there but that neither ear was infected and we would look at them again in a month.  Fast forward 'til today, when I have a million things to do at the office and estimates that are due on Monday, and vouchers to review and phone calls to make to places about NOLs. And I was just busy.  No busier than I'm sure lots of you are out there getting ready for year end and Christmas, etc. 

The day care called at 2:35 and said Hud-Hud had a fever of 102.3.  I got someone to take care of what I was doing right then, called the doctor (of course there were no appointments and I would have to be worked in) and took off for the day care.  Hud-Hud has had a little cough and been wheezing some yesterday and today, but we did the inhaler some.  Also the place on his leg is all scabbed over and nasty, but didn't seem to be getting worse.

When we get to the doctor the waiting room is overrun with kids.  Some people don't even have a place to sit.   So we wait.  The doctor finally sees him and looks at his leg and says that if it's ringworm, it's a very impressive case of it and I have also noticed spots all over his body.  I think the leg is the mother ship of chicken pox and he is getting them for real all over his body.  The doctor takes one listen to Hud-Hud's lungs and says it sounds very worrisome.  He recommends a chest x-ray, and RSV test and a breathing treatment.  And guess what?  Both ears are infected and now both tubes are out.  I immediately call TP and tell him to get himself over there.  Chest X-ray scares me.  A Lot.  I sounds like we're heading for the hospital again.

It's RSV.  And double ear infections, and some horrible monstrosity of something on his leg, that the doctor isn't even sure of what it is, but the spot are probably a side effect of the big spot, and not chicken pox.  So more antibiotics.  Some difloucan for the leg (it should show some improvement if it is ring worm, if not the hydrocortizone we are starting to put on there will help if it's a crazy excema something). 

He's coughing up a storm and there's nothing I can do about it.  We got a humidifier for his room and I'm crossing my fingers and hoping like hell that I don't get fired.  I don't want to stay home all the time, I want to work, but Hud-Hud can't seem to get better.  And he could have possibly infected the whole damn school with RSV.  He's been in the baby room in the mornings, so he could have put some little babies in real danger. 

I am so tired of this.  And I know my boss is too.  And when I get myself fired from this job that I really love, what are we going to do?  I know my first obligation is to my family, but it comes at the expense of my office and that's not right either.  I know it's the conundrum of working mothers everywhere, but no one else seems to need to be gone as much as I am.  I don't know what to do to make my little boy any better.  I don't know what I can do to make my boss know that I am committed to my job, but that my kid comes first, and please not fire me. 

We're going to try and keep him home until after Christmas and see if that helps. 

About Nothing

My kid doesn't want to go to sleep anymore.    AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!

On Friday night, we went to TP's Christmas deal.  It was at a horse barn.  There were actual horses there and a semi-drunk horse barn owner and his wife.  It reminded me of high school weekends.  We played Secret Santa and some poor man got some Hustler $ex sheets.  No one ever owned up to bringing them, but I'm hoping it was a bad gag gift they had received and decided to pass along.  He was so embarrassed.  He tried to give them away, but no one would take them.  TP got a 27 exposure disposable camera and I gut a mug that says "Tasty" on it with a picture of a cat.  I'm not sure if it's the cat that's supposed to be tasty or if it's the beverage it is made to contain. 

We stopped at Lake Liquor on the way home.  The liquor store mecca of dry county college students in Conway.  I remember going there with TP, who was the only one old enough to actually purchase said alcohol and spending $80.  For about a month, we lived in fear that his dad would ask to see his credit card statement and see the charge.  We were such rebels.  There were quite a few college students in there.  I think they've gotten freakier since I was in college.  There was a girl with what looked like a curtain tie back around her head.  And she wasn't even drunk yet. 

Saturday, Haley and I took the boys to one of those paint your own pottery places and made all the grandparents a plate.  And of course, we had to let the boys paint their own thing too.  Haley took them home once their duties had been preformed and I stuck around to put the finishing touches on all the items.  It only took me 2 hours. All the things should be cute and hopefully the grandparents will love them.  That was my LAST Christmas item to purchase/see about other than TP's gift. 

We also took our Christmas card photo and I ordered those.  Since I had already looked around Kodak's site and started a card, they sent me a 20% coupon to finish it, right in time for me to be ready to finish it.  So basically I paid 1.01 for tax and shipping.

 

We went to church this morning and then took some naps.  Hud-Hud has been running wild, and he has gotten off his schedule since he stayed up until 10 on Friday night and took a 4 hour nap Saturday.  Now he won't lay down when we put him in the bed.  He just screams.  It's fabulous. 

He also has some mysterious scabby silver dollar sized scaly patch on his leg.  I think it's excema, but I guess it could be ring worm.  That's fabulous too.   We have to go to the ENT on Tuesday and the allergist on Friday, surely one of those doctors can diagnose it.

I've talked my sister in to letting Santa come visit everyone over at my house.  Won't that be fun?  The challenge is going to be getting the boys to go to bed and not get up in the middle of the night so we can get it all together for them.      

I guess that's it for the weekend report. 

And The Awards Go To...

Dun Dun Duuuuuun

But first the short commercial break:

The ears, they are killing me.  Hud-Hud has ANOTHER stupid ear infection.  After $55 more dollars spent at Kroger, with not a food stuff to show for it, hopefully we can kick this one.  One of his tubes has fallen out and that ear is horribly infected the other is just draining like there's not tomorrow and the cleaning of the ear/ear drop fiasco continues.

And now we're back!

Here's the highly scientific process:

All the names on my super expensive Labrador retriever stationary.  (We don't even have this flavor of dog!)  I needed the lines to cut precisely the same size pieces of paper.

Folded in half and then in half again.  Just like when Price Waterhouse does the Oscar votes and picks the winner (That is how they do it isn't it?).  Everybody got two lines.  One for their name and the one above it.

Riveting picture of all the pieces of paper.  All 11 of them.  Because I am a sad, sad blogger with only 11 people who care to write a comment.   Either that or no one else wants anything for Christmas.  I choose to believe the latter.

And here is the grand paper picking! With a surprise appearance by JAX the tiniest investigative dog.  (Jax says, "Everyting in dis house is mai bizness, yo.")

Let me just pause to say that after this was over Kendall and Hud-Hud proceeded to pick out each piece of paper becuase they thought this was so fun.  I'm filling their stockings with little folded papers this year.  And I'll get to use up all of the magnetic notepad with a picture of a dog ON IT WE DON'T HAVE becuase you know, all dogs look the same, as the person who gave it to us said.

   
 

So Isabel and Melinda please respond to my email with your name and address and I'll be sending out your prizes this weekend!

Thanks to everyone who participated.  I wish TP would let me have enough money to send you all a prize.  You can e-mail him and tell him what a miserly butthead he is at your earliest convenience.