The IRS ROCKS! We got Neall's w-2's in the mail yesterday. Wahoo! I sleepily entered the info last night at about 11pm. Wahoo! I submitted online and got an email saying the transmission was successful. Wahoo! I woke this morning to find that the IRS had accepted our return and our refund will be here in less that 2 weeks! FREAKING AWESOME! The moral being, file early if you can. They were just twiddling thumbs, sitting around waiting. And, we got more than I'd expected back. AND Neall's company party is tomorrow and I have a ROCKIN outfit to wear. AND they finalized the numbers and he'll eventually get a nice bonus check.
Today, life is beyond good. I feel like I've won the lottery!
I went to the mall last night to finish rounding out my wardrobe for the party. I love Torrid. It's my new favorite clothing store. My goal is to tone down the punk aspect and tone up the funk aspect of myself, meeting somewhere in the middle. I got an adorable shirt that will go under the cincher/corset top (if, no WHEN, it arrives) and it all goes swimmingly well with my skirt and new boots. I bought this adorable blazer to go with it all in case the top doesn't come, or maybe the blazer will be cute over all of it. We'll see. No matter what though, I'm in an outfit that doesn't overly emphasize my butt (lol) and that I am comfortable in without it feeling business-y or slutty or any of the things I was trying to avoid. That, along with my new hairdo, and I'm giddy as a schoolgirl.
Speaking of hairdo, I'm going with a friend to a SALON. A REAL SALON. We're going to gossip (about celebrities, lol) and chat and just enjoy some time around each other being girly. I have never in my life done that. Isn't that odd? 33 years old and never have I gone to the salon with a girlfriend. Luckily for me she's a photog and I hope she brings her camera. I'm sure she will. Does she ever leave home without it? No, I doubt she does.
Speaking of being out of the house, today is a good day. At school they have had a particularly nasty round of stomach flu going around. We had a 3-day weekend with Monday being MLK holiday and we'd all hoped that would give us the extra time we needed to get it all over with. Apparently not. Zella started in with it a few days ago so I kept kids home expecting them to join her. Well, they're stubborn and they ENJOYED their extra days off without getting sick. Still I kept them home thinking "any time now". Well, last night Zella was sick again, and then Winnie followed a few hours later. Oak seems to have my cold and laryngitis but nothing tummy related. Finn seems fine, other than being tired (unusual for my obnoxious 6yo, lol) so I kept him home today too. At the very least he'd have tracked this mess to and THROUGH the school, potentially prolonging or starting it over altogether. Which leads me to why today is a good day. *I* get to leave the house for several hours to get my hair done. Flippin ROCK ON! Neall has to endure the day at home. I hope it's not too much of a PITA for him because if it is I'll never get to leave again. And because I love him and I know how hard days like this are. Fortunately it's only a few hours for him.
And while I'm writing, (too bad these don't count for school assignments huh?) I'd like to take this moment to vent about the medical care my MIL is receiving. So my MIL has a "small benign tumor" on her face. Really it's right up under her ear, sort of at her jaw line. They knew from biopsy that it was benign but doc wanted it out anyway. Fine. They schedule her for surgery to remove it, plan to keep her a night as a precaution, should be good as new in a few days. Yeah, right. That would maybe be the case IF the doctor were in any way competent. Mom's face swells and it won't go down so she heads for the doctor who recommends she have it drained. She does. Then she goes back and he's concerned about MRSA. He does a culture and sends her home with Augmentin. Here's where the real fun starts. MIL has violent abdominal reaction to the Augmentin. Can't keep it (or anything down). Calls doc, who, GET THIS, says it's the best one for her and to keep taking it. WHAT?!?!?!?! This is a woman who is trying to heal from a surgery to her FACE and this dipshit thinks that will somehow be aided by the inability to keep even water down??? So then SHE DOES (if that were me it'd be a big old HAIL NO). And she is very very ill. She has kept nothing down in a week. NOTHING. And she's had to have the stupid surgical site drained 3 more times. And she still doesn't know if MRSA was even really the case or not (I suspect not, it doesn't look like it to me). I stopped by yesterday with some Acidopholous, nux vomica, vitamin water, and Chamomilla pellets and she just begged me to please make it stop. I told her that if she's not better by today she needs to get on her doctor. I have never EVER heard her that pleading. This fricking doctor is going to KILL HER. I'll check on her this afternoon and see if she's any better. If she's not I'm going to take over as much as I can. My FIL isn't going to be much help in the get-tough department and apparently nobody else has paid close enough attention, or maybe they haven't seen her. She's really bad, and this is really really bad for a lot of reasons. I'll keep you updated!
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