I was a domestic goddess yesterday. I made a batch of veggie burgers, a batch of pesto orzo, and 2 dozen black n’ tans. It was 6 hours of cooking and I got all the dishes done.

2 hours later, I have a MASSIVE panic attack. Jon is holding me as I am raging for a good two hours before my energy level drops and I crash. Thankfully, I took the last of my antibiotic last night, so I know that I can rule that out if it happens again. I see my big, fat, Greek doctor tomorrow morning, so I’ll explain to him what happened and see if he has any thoughts on what to do with this. I only pray that if he wants me on Zoloft that he has samples because we can’t afford for me to be on it without getting it well subsidized. *curses at insurance company who is refusing me meds and creating bills that are causing me additional stress*

This morning, I went in with Jon at 7:30 and crashed on his couch for 2 hours. I then got up and made my way down to the nursery for Sunday School. My attendant had failed to show up and so the grandpa (J) of one of my kids was there. I went upstairs to the other pre-school class to see if we could combine for the day. Upon returning to the nursery, I found that my nursery school class had quadrupled… three more boys under the age of 4. J looked at me with my puffy eyes and vacant expression and said, “I’m staying.” Believe me, I was (and still am) at the point of bowing down and kissing his feet for doing so. For one thing, one of my kids had to be held THE ENTIRE TIME and his parents forgot to pack another pacifier, creating an unpleasant situation when he finished his bottle. The older of the three brother set also kept picking on the middle child and was an absolute pill. Then… there’s J’s grandson who was having a bad day — meaning that he was being a holy terror. In the midst of it all, J is reassuring me that all will be well as I am profusely apologizing for not having everything together. He and his wife have been so supportive of Jon and I and they are the best gradnparents. They take their grandkids to church and teach them the faith and are *ALWAYS* willing to back me up in the nursery when I need a hand. They always greet me with a hug and ask me how things are with me. If I’ve been away, they ask me how my trip went. When I left to go to choir, I ran into J’s wife S in the bathroom while I was putting a cold cloth on my eyes. She hugged me and told me that it would all be OK — not knowing what was going on but knowing that I probably needed that hug.

After church, I actually got something done in my insurance mess (typing a letter to one of Jon’s doctors explaining about our evil insurance company and asking for their help) and we went and got me an Iced Cap at Tim Horton’s. Yes… it’s caffeine (which is not doing good things to me right now) and yes we are flat broke, but I needed something comforting. (I *RARELY* eat out so it was indeed a treat.) I talked to my mother-in-law who told me to talk to my (big, fat, Greek) doctor about my antibiotic situation and we cleaned the cat’s commode. Tip: if you use Feline Pine for kitty litter, make sure you change the whole box every few days because it gets ground into a fine powder otherwise. It took two vaccuum cleaner bags to contain all the cat dust and then little allergic Jen had to Clorox every part of the vaccuum cleaner used because we use this vaccuum cleaner on all our floors and it was MAJORLY filthy. It took me about half a container of Clorox Wipes to get it disinfected and all the dust out. While sitting on the porch cleaning it, I noticed several BIG patches of poison ivy that have sprung up in the last few days. I called around to see how we should remove it and my mother-in-law (when I talked to her later) suggested finding someone who is *NOT* allergic to it (as I am about 90% sure I am and we’re equally as sure Jon is) to do it and pay them because paying someone $20 to dig it up beats a $65 doctor’s bill as well as Technu, calamine lotion, and the potential to go into anaphylactic shock.

We head out to Kroger to get a newspaper (for the coupons — which turned out to be missing) and some groceries and I inadvertently picked up some Lactaid milk that was outdated, so we had to return later and exchange it. So now I’m sitting here blogging and waiting until I’m tired so I can curl up in a ball and make this day end.