Feeling blue…

I can’t quite shake this blue feeling. It’s a sunny (albeit still cold) day, it’s FINALLY March, and it’s Saturday. My dad’s latest CT scan showed that the chemo is working. We decided what to do with the old house and are in the process of giving it back to the bank. We are getting a tax refund of a nice size. So why can’t I get happy?

I guess maybe it’s because I’m starting to feel sick again, and daughter is coming down with something as well. People at work have been dropping like flies, with the crud that’s going around turning into pneumonia and other lovely illnesses. I DON’T WANT THAT. I can’t afford to get sick. Daughter is unable to entertain herself today and is whiny as hell when she doesn’t get her way. She wouldn’t take a nap. She doesn’t like her big girl bed, that husband insisted we put up today. A certain retail store that carries many linens and other things pissed me off–I went online to price out mattress protectors and found a good one for a pretty good price; especially with a 20% off coupon. I thought about buying it online and just picking it up at the store, but decided against this. Got to the store and found the same mattress pad, but for $5 more. When I took it to the checkout, the gum-cracking sales wench pretty much told me “Lump it”, that my item had recently been marked up (you could actually see the old price tag under the new one). Wouldn’t you think that, since I saw it online for $5 less, they would honor that price? Nope. And I would’ve pursued it further, but there were no other lines open at the time and there was a good sized bunch of people gathering behind me. Lest I be one of “those people”, I took my purchase and vow to write the company a scathing email about customer service. I would’ve just left it there but since husband had set up the new bed WITHOUT consulting me, we needed to have it. Especially since we’re in the throes of potty training. That’s all I need, to have her pee and soak through to the mattress.

So the sickness and the store, coupled with a multitude of other crap and the whining of husband and daughter, is driving me batshit crazy today. I think maybe I need to take a walk BY MYSELF later. And I really need a vacation.

CFM