Update

I am woefully behind on updating here.  Things have just been spiraling out of control here, and February hasn't been a very good month for me.  Putting it in perspective, though, we are alive, and just got to spend a week with my parents.

It's just been a few weeks where everything seems to go wrong.  And they're little things.  But it's like the straw that broke the camel's back.

I got a letter saying I have no prescription drug coverage.  Which I knew was incorrect, but knew was going to be a pain to fix.  It turns out that the problem was the nurse who tried to e-prescribe the scripts, but she was not forthcoming about her mistake, and last I heard from her, there was nothing they could do and it was a problem on my end.  Obviously not true at this point.

I am completely fed up with the doctors and nurses in this diabetes program I'm in.  I thought it would be a good idea.  But the doctor doesn't listen, the care isn't coordinated, things are constantly slipping through the cracks, my lab paperwork is never right, etc.

My debit card expires at the end of the month.  The new one came in the mail, but when I call to activate it, all I get is a message saying that it can't be activated.

I came home from work on Monday and stepped in cat puke.  And I've cleaned up more today.

I'm taking another class for work two nights a week.  I went in to register for the exam through a testing service, and on my profile, the test I needed wasn't an option.  I had to jump through hoops to find out that when I requested permission to take the test back in November, it was never communicated to the testing service.

What makes my blood boil is all of these things should have been routine ... things that should just happen, and make life easier.  But it just seems like, for me lately, nothing ever works right.  And I honestly don't have the time and strength to fight all these battles.  It has left me really bitter, and emotionally drained.

Anyhow, that's enough for now.  I'll be back with some happier posts soon.

Merry Christmas

I'm taking a quick break from playing blog catch-up to say Merry Christmas.

I think this is the first time in a long time that Santa has been ready for our house before Christmas Eve, so Christmas Eve turned into a nice, quiet (and very rainy) day here.  Over the course of the day, we let the girls open a few presents, in part because there were just so many under the tree.  We are humbled by the love our family and friends show for us and our girls.  But with the gifts from mom and dad added in, we were starting to worry that the girls wouldn't be sure if Santa Claus came.

Truly, we are lucky and perhaps need to remember that more often.  I am probably one of the few people who didn't cry over the school shooting in Newtown.  I'm not sure why I didn't cry - I think it feels like I knew that it could happen, that I have already accepted that this world has people capable of things like that.  Yes, it was a shock, but then, in a way, it wasn't.  I lock my doors at night, but in my mind, I know that if someone really wanted to get into my house to hurt me, they could.  I'm not going to pretend I know how to have prevented a tragedy like that.  I'm also not going to let myself be lulled into a false sense of security by any new measures put in place at schools.

I said I didn't cry, but that's not entirely true.  I didn't cry until, just 5 days after the shooting, the girls had a school-wide Winter Song Festival.  At the end, the entire school range "Go In Peace" together, and the sound of their voices combined with the message are what finally hit me.

Merry Christmas to you and yours.  May it be filled with love, warmth, and peace.