painful and bumpy day

[ahka]

Last night I didn’t sleep because Michelle woke me up at 2:30am and didn’t let me sleep much longer.  As usually, on autopilot I dropped kids at the daycare.  Mishka complained that he had a sore throat.  I told him to see nurse at school if it would continue bothering him.

I got to work, had pretty productive morning.  Boris called and told me that Mishka’s school nurse called that he is sick.  I told Boris to call our doctor and make an appointment today with Mishka.  Boris was upset because Mondays are usually very busy for him with packing all the packages and mailing it out after the weekend.  Boris didn’t really want to take Michael to the doctor.  I told Boris to ask doctor about Mishka’s other problems that he complained about recently. 

 

Then, I went to my dentist appointment.  I was supposed to get a crown on my metallic filled almost not existent tooth.  Instead of the crown, dentist was destroying incorrectly made in USSR root canal and doing a new one. I was very uncomfortable for over 2 hours.  My gum around that tooth still hurts and now I need to go back for the final crown in 2 weeks.  I am booked two weeks ahead at work and it will be a huge inconvenience for me to reschedule clients even further away.

After dentist I went home, where Boris and Michael just arrived from the doctor.  Doctor took some samples and will let us know what’s going on.  The strep test was negative, so, he just has a virus.  His throat is red and it hurts.  I gave him tylonol.

Everything was under control, so I still had some time before picking up Michelle.  So, I went to get a pedicure.  My toes look very nice but I really don’t like to get excessive foot massage.  My feet are very sensitive and it hurts when they scrub and massage my feet.

After that I went to pick up Michelle from the daycare.  I parked on the street next to the curb, behind the yellow daycare sign because there were three cars parked on the driveway.  The middle car was M’s.  M told me to stay away from her because she was sick, she said good bye and left.  In about 2 minutes, she came back and asked me if the gray car is mine.  I said, “yes.”  She said that she hit my car.

My poor new car!  It is not new anymore, it was puked all over the back seats several times by M and then M and now it was hit by M.  Most likely another M will be fixing it or breaking it.  The whole bumper needs to be replaced and the head light too.

Boris does not want M to be fixing the car, yet he does not want to ruin relationship with M because of this incident and because of the car.  M felt very guilty about it.

Now, I am super tired.  Just gave bath to Mishka and Michellka and put them to beds.

Going to bad now!