Loooo-serrrrr

I just had quite an interesting conversation with Rachel’s sperm donors mother-in-law, Gretta.  She is not a very happy woman with her son-in-law. 

I called to find out if Rachel would be going on his visitation weekend this weekend.

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Gretta:  Hello?

Beth:  Hi, Is Sperm Donor there?

Gretta:  No honey they left this morning and won’t be back until Sunday.

Beth:  Well, I guess that answers my question then. 

Gretta:  I know.  I’m so sorry.  They’ve been living here long enough for me to know what the schedule is.  If you need me to keep her though I can.

Beth:  No.  I love having my baby.  I was just trying to give him his time.

Gretta:  I know.  You are such a good mom.  And I’m so sorry about this.  If you ever need anyone to watch her I’m here.

Beth:  Thanks.  Bye.

Gretta:  Bye

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Soooo.  I got two things out of the conversation.  One, she remembers me from when I was a kid.  I was raised in a little itty bitty farm community of about 50 homes maybe.  It may be more like 25-30.  Rachel’s stepmom was one of them.  I hung out with her and her big brother, Sven.  Imagine my surprise when the woman my husband was having an affair with was my childhood friend.  He didn’t know this which made the moment more fun for me. 

Two, Gretta’s not too happy with her daughters choice of a mate.  Which also makes me quite happy.  I love it when the good guy comes out smelling like roses. 

I guess I have my baby girl again this weekend.  And she has plenty of angst to dish out to her counselor next week at her therapy session.  Thanks Sperm Donor.

Sucking it up

I think if I go home early I will just feel worse.  So I’m just chilling at work.  The cold meds are still working and things are looking good.  Hopefully after eating lunch I won’t feel as loopy.

There is a huge thunderstorm raging outside.  Is it wrong of me to wish that the power could go down for the next five hours?

Sick…again :(

I have an immune-mediated disease, psoriasis.  Most people assume that it is confined to a patients skin.  But researcers have learned that it has even farther reaching implications.

Though I have never read anything on how it affects the body in regards to the daily germs floating around, I think that is has to.  When my fragile x son, who chews on his dirty hands all the time, doesn’t get as sick as I do ~ something isn’t quite right.

So I am sick again.  I hate sickness.  I feel like I’m a walking pharmacy.  Once upon a time I KNEW that I would outlive my husband if based on a health scale.  But now I’ll be surprised if my body makes it past 60.  Or maybe it will have the opposite effect and build me up more…but I doubt it.

This time I have what I hope is a cold.  I got it from Lauren.  It’s a tough one.  I’m worried it is strep but that is always my worry.  The docs think I need to get my tonsils out to minimize how many I get a year but I just don’t want any more surgeries. 

I plan to get what I have to done at work and then head home to my soft cozy bed.