Basketball tournament season is just around the corner. As a result, my husband is going to be gone four days a week for the next four weeks - including our 16th wedding anniversary. He'll come home to sleep and that'll be the extent of how much I see him. His children won't see him at all unless they happen to come climb in bed with us in the middle of the night (which Elizabeth is prone to do). I keep hearing, "But think about the extra money I'll be making" Yeah, yeah, yeah...whatever. And he's been asked to help at the Arena when the Rolling Stones are here. So, he'll get paid rather than having to shell out $300 to see them. There are a few other big concerts and events at the Arena in March that he's been asked to work - so between basketball events and concerts, he's gone most of March. Who needs birth control? He's never going to be home!
And you know how I'm all about better living through chemistry - my OB called in Zoloft for me. The first time I've *ever* had to pay for it in the...oh...8 or 9 years I've been taking it. That stinks! Went by the clinic last week and Bill didn't have any samples. Darn detail rep - leave the man some samples!! Arrrrgh. Annie and I have thrush - thankfully I'm symptom-free. Let's hope I stay that way. Poor Annie - Axid twice a day and nystatin three times a day. I'm constantly sticking a syringe in her mouth.
Housework calls. I'm trying to ignore it, but it's like an annoying brat that won't shut up.
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