On Sunday, we found out that our credit card number had been stolen. We use our credit card for everything and then pay off the bill every month. We do this to ensure that we have activity for credit score increasing purposes, as well as to get the 1% cash back from everything we do. I also pay almost all of our bills on this credit card. So, to have this card number changed is a bit of a pain. Not having a credit card for a full week is even more of a pain. I had to go on a search for my debit card, and the first time I used it I had to try 3 pin numbers, because I couldn't remember what mine was!
Strike one for this week.
On Monday, my nanny showed up to work and gave me her notice. In front of my children. Without warning. The week before my autistic son starts first grade, which is his first time being at school all day. So later that day my six year old asked me what "notice" meant and my two year old whimpered as I explained that the nanny had decided to work somewhere else. Did I mention that I had also been working toward switching to mornings for my job and having the nanny watch the baby for the past month? All to not even see it to fruition. Don't get me wrong - I'm glad she gave notice. The timing was just not good for my family..
Strike two for this week.
On Tuesday, I decided to eat a serving of prunes at night. I had been eating them pretty regularly since Macie was born. Also, I have been noticing some pretty strange symptoms for the past month and a half. For instance, my ankles and feet have been turning bright red and swelling up. Now, this probably should have concerned me. But, I am still on four blood pressure medications. (I am slowly being weaned off, but this will be a long process.) One of them causes water retention. (So not a good thing for a person like me that has high blood pressure and a sodium intolerance.) But I just assumed that this puffiness was due to that. Now, on Wednesday I ate prunes for the first time in about a week and a half. And about an hour later my ankles started puffing. And then my wrists started puffing. I didn't really think about it at the time, but I hadn't noticed these symptoms for the past 5 days or so. When I looked in the mirror just before bed, my face seemed puffy too. But I was tired. So I went to sleep.
On Wednesday, I woke up covered in hives. Everything except my neck, my face and my feet. And I mean everything. It was then that I realized I was probably having an allergic reaction. And it was about 5 hours later that I put together the break in prunes and the break in my reaction. I tried to be good about not scratching and the hives got better. Until the afternoon, when Macie decided not to go to sleep while I was working. So I was holding my warm and toasty baby and a laptop for three hours. Which would be fine if I didn't have fire skin. But I did have fire skin. And I ate some apples. And then I was seriously covered in bright red swarms of hives. It was not pretty. I had to get permission to take benadryl because of all of the medications I'm on. That took a couple of miserable hours, and then I had to stagger it with another medication that I take that causes sleepiness. So I lived with that horrible peak of hives for 6 hours. And then they finally started to subside.
Strike three for this week. Shouldn't we have been out at this point?
On Thursday, still looking like a freak with a horribly contagious condition, I had to take Charlie to his school to meet his teachers. Really, that experience wasn't so bad except for the fact that I had to wear clothes that aggravated my hives and I was still really swollen from my reaction, so I was just generally uncomfortable. Also, when I returned, my baby screamed at me for a full 30 minutes to let me know that I am not to leave her. Suffice it to say, I was in full stress mode and exhausted from dealing with the pain and discomfort of the hives I was still fighting.
On Friday, we had planned a shopping day to buy Charlie back to school clothes. I was so happy to sleep in, Andy was so happy to have a day off of work. Alas, we woke up to Charlie sick in the bathroom at 6:30 in the morning. Luckily, it ended up just to be stomach issues without fever or other symptoms. Probably some stress from getting ready for school himself... but we did finally make it out shopping. At 3pm. Unfortunately, Macie had a full-on-screaming-nothing-will-make-me-happy-one-hour-meltdown at 4pm. So that trip was cut short. At least we got a few clothes.
Thankfully, by nighttime my hives were all gone.
Did I mention that between Monday and Thursday I had advertised my nanny job, networked through Facebook and email to get the word out and been phone interviewing people between all my usual and unusual insanity? Yeah, that happened too. And I successfully set up in person interviews for my top contenders on Saturday. Saturday was supposed to be our fair day. But, then again, I didn't know that I'd only have a few days to find a new nanny when I planned that. (Didn't know I'd be looking for a new nanny at all.) Sorry kids, next year.
Saturday we all slept in. Every one of us. We woke up happily about an hour and a half before the first potential nanny was to arrive. We ate our breakfast and were getting along. And we went through meeting the nannies.
And fell in love with one of them.
And she accepted the offer.
And now... I have a new nanny, a son who has all of his school supplies, knows who his teachers are and when the bus will come. (And he only needs about half of his school wardrobe, which I will find by Tuesday.) I have healthy kids, that seem to have survived. My hives are gone, a new credit card is on its way. The house isn't too horribly messy. And the last week of summer still has two days for me to enjoy my kids.
It could have been worse.
But boy, am I glad this week is over!
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